#right now I need to make lunch and then go return a helmet

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You and I by richard hadley and the death ramps, toji, fluff if possible but anything else is great too!!

WC: 2.4k

CW: sorry anon i threw a tad bit of hurt/comfort into the fluff, NOT beta read, editing what's that?, reader referred to as a biker girl, swearing, toji being a bad partner (dw he pulls it together), possibly very ooc idk i've never written for him before, plz don't ask how this got so long i honestly have no idea

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There was something off about you. It left him unable to keep his eyes off you, but he didn't have the faintest idea of what it could be.

Was it the emotion in your music? No, that couldn’t be it because there almost always was some musician or another at the diner. And they were normally pretty decent. Maybe it was the motorcycle helmet and keys sitting next to your bag behind you. But he had been around biker girls before, so that didn’t make sense. What was it?

He always goes to this particular diner for lunch when he could, but today as he sat there examining you the place felt different. The smudges and signatures inked on the walls seemed to add to the atmosphere instead of being an eyesore, and the smell of grease and fast food almost comforting. The atmosphere seemed different today, and he felt like it had something to do with you.

Caught up in his musing, he didn’t even notice he was staring at you until you shot him a cheeky smile and a wink as you sang. Shaking his head to clear his mind, he refocused on his neglected lunch, shoveling it down to try and forget what your gaze had done to him. For some reason, he found himself wishing you would look at him again, that feeling lingering throughout the rest of the day and into the next.

I like the way you look at me baby

Toji Fushiguro doesn’t make mistakes. Not because he was born perfect, but because the reality of his life was that one mistake meant death. In a world where cursed energy was deemed necessary to fight curses he made do with brute strength alone. Which worked. Normally.

See, for his way of doing things to work, he needed to have his head in the game. To be one hundred and ten percent focused on the fight at hand. So why the fuck was he thinking about you? And why the actual fuck was the thought of you enough to throw him off his game??

These were all things running through his head as he finished off the curse before slumping to the ground beside it, one large hand pressed against the wound on his ribs as blood seeped out through his fingers.

He couldn’t afford to lose focus. One moment of distraction and this had happened. If it weren’t for his quick reflexes he would be dead right now. So he had no choice. He had to get to the bottom of this. He had to go back and see you again, if only to see what made you so special. All so that he could focus on his job, of course.

At least that’s what he told himself as he returned to the diner, hoping to see you again.

I act as if I'm not going crazy

Girl I'm in a muddle tonight

Packing up your stuff after a long gig at your local diner, you couldn’t wait to get home. Caught up in your fantasies of a hot bath and a pack of instant ramen, you didn’t notice the man approaching you until he stopped in front of you, his shadow blocking the light.

“Sorry, they’re closed, I'm just headed out now.” You look up, vaguely recognizing the hunk of muscle that stood in front of you. Oh, that’s right. He’s the guy who was staring at you during your performance the other day. You wondered what he needed.

“Give me your number.”

“Excuse me?” Of all the things you expected him to say, demanding your number was not one of them. “May I ask why you need it?”

“Just cause.” He folds his beefy arms across his chest, not wavering as you narrow your eyes and scrutinize him, unsure if he’s being serious. Unfortunately, you think he is.

“Listen.” You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I’ve had a long day. I’m tired. I want to go home. If you want my number, you have to give me something more to work with here, buddy.”

“Buddy?” He quirks an eyebrow, a smirk stretching the small scar at the corner of his mouth. “Do I look like a “buddy” to you?” 

You make a show of examining him closely before straightening. “No, you’re right. You look like the guy who ate my buddy. Which is exactly why I don’t think I should give you my number.”

And with that, you sling your bag over your shoulder and leave, climbing on your bike and speeding away. Assuming that would be the last you saw of him, you were surprised when you arrived for your next performance and found him waiting there for you.

“Didn’t get enough of me, huh.” You snark, breezing by him. “At least leave a nice tip this time, ‘kay?”

“No.” His deep voice rumbles from behind you, and you spin to see him staring at you with a stupidly sexy grin on his stupidly hot face. 

“Why not?”

“Cause I’m broke.” 

You’re unable to hold your snort in, surprised and amused by his unashamed bluntness. Still laughing to yourself, you turn around and pat his bicep. 

“Sorry, buddy.” His mouth quirks at your emphasis on the offensive word. “Now you’re definitely not getting my number.”

With that, you walk inside, leaving him outside on the sidewalk with a sneaking suspicion that he just fell in love with you. 

Would you tell me where you're gonna take it

If I had a heart you're the one who should break it

Two years later and he has successfully obtained your number, and the two of you are now in a semi-serious relationship. Surprisingly, you were the one to initiate the relationship, despite repeatedly rejecting him when you first met.

At first things had been really nice, as close to perfect as things could be, in your opinion. He was by no means a gentleman, or good with his words, but his dry humor and actions were enough to convey his affection towards you. And that was enough.

Or, at least it was, until he stopped showing up. About a year or so into your relationship he started standing you up occasionally due to work. Honestly, you weren’t entirely sure what his job was, only that it required him to travel and stay in good shape. 

The first few times it happened, you brushed it off. After all you were both adults with jobs and lives outside of each other. Of course you would be busy. But then it started happening more and more, and the periods of time he was gone became longer and longer. 

 The breaking point came around your two year anniversary. You had received a job offer that would require you to move, and as much as you wanted to take it you knew you had to talk it over with him first. There was just one problem. You hadn’t seen him in over a month.  

With your two year anniversary approaching, you really wanted to try and reconnect because you hadn’t felt close to him in awhile, and with this job opportunity on the horizon you had to think about whether or not continuing your relationship was worth it.

So you told him that you really wanted to celebrate your two year anniversary with him, and that you had something important to tell him. Not ready to give up on your relationship yet, you put a lot of effort into the night, buying a new dress and cooking a nice dinner for the two of you to share. 

But just as you finish setting the table and tidying up the house because he’s due to arrive any second, your phone dings.

Toji <3: Sorry. Won’t be able to make it tonight. Took another job. I’ll be back next week.

The engines running, can't decide if I should ride away

Tired and sore from the last job he had accepted, Toji heads back to your shared apartment, eager to see you again. He didn’t particularly enjoy taking on new jobs, but money didn’t grow on trees so he didn’t really have a choice. He did miss your cooking and affection when he was gone though.

Fumbling with his keys, he finally manages to get the door open and steps inside, only to be greeted by a dark apartment. That was strange. Normally you were home by now. The thought crosses his mind that something could have happened to you, and he slips into the living room, panic stirring in his stomach. 

Moving with an amount of stealth unexpected of someone his size, he checks the entire apartment, only to find it empty, with no sign of…anything, really. Realizing that you could just be out with friends, he flicks on the lights and plops down on the couch with a sigh. 

Stretching his arms above his head and yawning, a piece of paper sitting innocently on the coffee table with his name on it catches his attention. Absentmindedly cracking his neck, he reaches down and grabs it, gently unfolding it.

His heart sinks as he scans it, your familiar handwriting suddenly illegible. Because there’s no way he’s reading this right. There’s no way you left. There was no reason for you to. Things were great between the two of you. At least, that’s what he had thought, but according to the letter in his hands you didn’t feel the same way.

The next few minutes pass in a blur of tearing open dresser drawers and frantically searching closets for a sign that you hadn’t packed up all of your belongings and left. But all he found was empty space, the smell of your perfume still lingering in the air, despite it being devoid of your presence.

Finally taking a moment to stop and process, he finds himself wondering what he’s so worked up about. So what if you left? It’s not like he needs you or anything. He didn’t even do anything to warrant you leaving! Sure he missed your anniversary, but he planned to make it up to you when he got back! And maybe it wasn’t even the first time he had stood you up like that on an important date, but if you were willing to leave over something as miniscule as that, were you even worth keeping?

At least that’s what he kept telling himself as he went on with his life pretending there wasn't a gaping hole in his life that you used to fill.

Too stubborn to be the first person to reach out when he still felt he hadn’t done anything, a month went by without any contact between the two of you. In the beginning it didn’t bother him that much, because the reality hadn’t fully set in yet. But slowly as the weeks wore on, so too did the absence of all the little things he hadn’t realized he took for granted.

Like the way your quiet humming brought life to the otherwise dull apartment. Or the way your things scattered around on various surfaces had been a constant reassurance of your presence. He missed you scolding him and telling him he needed to take a break, he missed your laughter, he missed your kisses, he-fuck.

He missed you so much. What was he doing?

I had a woman, she went away

And now I'm lonely, fuck it

It’s now been a month since you left in a storm of hurt feelings and anger, but you still hadn’t heard from him. Deep down, you hadn’t expected to actually break up. You figured you would leave and time to cool down. Then when he got back and realized you left it would be a major wake up call for him and he would come running to you with an apology and then he would change.

Instead you got radio silence. You weren’t too concerned the first week because you knew Toji was as stubborn as you were and probably didn’t want to be the first one to reach out and admit he was wrong. 

So you waited (semi) patiently, but when a second, then a third week went by without a word, you were faced with the possibility that he wouldn’t ever call. That the two of you truly were over.

Which is why when you were awoken from your nap on the couch by loud knocking at three in the afternoon, you shouted informing them that you would be there in a second as you adjusted your clothes assuming that someone just needed you to sign for a package or something like that.

What you were definitely not expecting to see was your kinda ex-boyfriend standing stiffly in your doorway, staring steadfastly at something over your head.

“Um. Hello?” You lean against the door frame and tuck your hands into your pockets, hoping to conceal their trembling. “You need something?”

“Yes. Actually. I do.” His eyes met yours, and you were shocked by the raw emotions swirling in them. “I need us. Together. You with me. Me with you. The way things are meant to be. I know I can be a bit of an asshole sometimes-”

You snort and raise your eyebrows. “Well, a lot of the time.” He amended, rolling his eyes.

“But, I do really care about you and while I’m not the greatest with my words, or the brightest guy you’ll ever meet, I promise that if you call me out on my bullshit I’ll listen and do my best to change.”

You pretend to think it over, as if the two of you getting back together wasn’t inevitable the second you saw him standing in your doorway. “Let me see…oh wait. One second.”

Pulling out your phone you tap away for a couple of seconds before sliding it into your back pocket. “Sorry ‘bout that. I just accepted this job. Let me get back to you in a week.” With that snarky comment and a smug wink, you shut the door firmly in his face and he hears the sound of the deadbolt clicking into place seconds later.

For a moment he stands there, unsure what to do before he starts laughing. There was the feisty person he had fallen in love with and missed so desperately. And when he heard your quiet chuckles coming from the other side of the door, he knew the two of you would be okay.

The two of you were able to laugh and be together. Just the way you belong.

You and I

You and I

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The Younger Kind Part 27 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You should be finishing your school work so you can ace your finals and graduate, but Bradley coaxes you to take a study break at the Hard Deck. While there, Bradley realizes just what life is going to look like with you by his side, and he takes a minute to remind both of you who you belong with. And then he helps you study the way only he can.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff, smut, and age gap (18+)

Length: 5200 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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On Friday morning, when Bradley got to work, he walked right over to Nat where she was sipping a coffee in the hangar. Her eyes were wide, clearly anxious to hear some more details about Meredith, but Bradley just walked right into her arms and hugged her.

She kissed his cheek and whispered, "What happened? Aside from the glorious fact that Merebitch has to fuck off now!"

"I'm being deployed."

"No!" she gasped, hugging him tighter as she set down her coffee. "Will you need help with Noah?"

"Nope," he said with a smile as he pulled away from her a few inches. "For once, I got that part covered."

She listened as he told her all about Wednesday in the courtroom and how you agreed to stay at his house the whole time he was deployed. He was in the process of adding you as a temporary guardian for Noah. He was also going to add you to his credit cards as an authorized user, but you were definitely going to protest. If he had any way of getting your social security number, he would have already done it behind your back.

"Oh, I see," Nat replied with a smirk. "Your babysitter is going to be staying with Noah? For six weeks?"

"Girlfriend, actually," Bradley replied smoothly. 

Nat looked pleased. "I still maintain that you have me to thank for that. If I hadn't downloaded that dating app on your phone, none of this would have ever happened. Now tell me I'm the best."

Bradley rolled his eyes and sighed deeply. "You're the best, Nat."

"Yes," she agreed. "And I'll help your girlfriend with Noah while you're away. Make sure you tell her to come to me if she needs anything. Anything at all."

"Thanks, Nat," he mumbled as he reached for his helmet. But Bradley knew you'd be just fine. Nat would be a safety net in case you needed something, and that helped put his mind even further at ease. 

After a morning of training exercises, Bradley headed inside to eat lunch and check his text messages. 

My Princess: Daddy, I'll be on campus until at least 6. Kind of panicking over how much work I still have to complete before graduation. 

He knew this was partly his fault. He was the one who hadn't let you return to your little rental so you'd have some peace and quiet away from him and Noah. But you and he both seemed incapable of being apart now. The way he knew how your body felt tucked against his chest in the middle of the night had him desperate to keep you in his bed. And the way Noah was so attached to you, Bradley was convinced he'd start calling you mommy soon.  

As he carried his lunch to one of the cafeteria tables, he texted you back to remind you that he'd help you finish up with your school work this weekend. But he also knew you needed to take a break tonight, so he texted someone else as well.

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You were exhausted by the time you got back to Bradley's house on Friday evening. The Bronco was already parked in the driveway, and you noticed that the boys must have played with some sidewalk chalk. As you made your way up to the door, there were pictures of dinosaurs, and Bradley had written We love Princess next to the front porch. 

Quickly, you unlocked the front door and called out, "It's me!" Noah came running toward you from the kitchen, and you caught him in your arms. 

"Daddy's making dinner," he informed you, and you rushed for the kitchen to investigate. 

"Hey, Baby," Bradley said, smiling at you over his shoulder. 

You set Noah down on one of the chairs where the table was covered with his coloring books. "You're cooking," you said in shock. "Do you want me to take over?" 

"No, I got it," he replied, and you peeked in the pan to see he was making chicken stir fry. "The sexiest woman I ever met taught me how to cook this."

"Oh really? Where is she? I'd love to meet her," you said sarcastically. You were rewarded with Bradley's big hand smacking your rear end before he pulled you closer to him. 

He kissed you while the food sizzled on the stovetop, and he murmured, "You had a long day. Let's go out after we eat."

You let his lips linger on yours, enjoying the rough feel of his mustache before he pulled away to focus on what he was cooking. "You want to take Noah out to see a movie or something?" you asked, reaching to pull out some plates. A movie would be really fun, but you also hated the idea of Bradley paying for your ticket along with everything else. He was no longer paying you to babysit Noah. And now that school was ending and you weren't being paid by the college for your work study, you had no income. "Or we could just do something fun here instead?"

"We're going out to the bar," he informed you easily as he turned the stove burner off. 

You laughed and put your hands on your hips. "And what about Noah?"

"Got it covered, Princess."

"We actually do need to find him a new babysitter," you reminded Bradley as you glanced at where Noah was quietly folding up construction paper. 

"I already did," Bradley promised, kissing your cheek and carrying plates of food to the table. "Amelia Benjamin will be here in about thirty minutes. I wouldn't trust her with Noah for six weeks or anything like that, but I'm sure we can get away for a few hours. Just you and I." He was looking at you intently, waiting for a response. You were honestly surprised he'd managed to set this all up today. "Baby, you need a little break, and Amelia is out of school for the summer," he added softly before he started to blow on Noah's dinner to cool it down.

"I really need to finish my school work," you reminded him as you sat down and tasted his chicken stir fry. It was pretty good, and he smiled as you took another big forkful. 

"We have tomorrow and Sunday to work on that. I'll help you."

You were quiet for a moment as you ate. And then all you said in response was, "This is delicious. I can hardly believe you made it."

Bradley set his fork down and took your hand in his. "Come to the bar tonight. Now that I took you out to lunch yesterday, all I can think about is showing you off all the time, okay? Nat will be there, and I kind of already told her we'd be there, too."

"Fine," you said, agreeing with his plans. "But the rest of the weekend, I'll be working."

Bradley's smile held steady through dinner, and when Amelia arrived to watch Noah, he was still excited to be taking you out. You were promised that the evening was casual, so you changed into some jeans that were a little baggy on you and a button down shirt that you tied in the front so it was cropped a little bit. Bradley was in jeans and a colorful floral print shirt, and when he led you out to the Bronco, you offered to drive your car to the bar instead. 

He opened the passenger side door of the Bronco and kissed you. "Don't want you wasting your money or gas or anything on me, Princess." And you climbed inside with the realization that you were in a very adult relationship here, and maybe you were in over your head.

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Bradley tried to brace himself ahead of time. You were a headturner. Fucking stunning, even in your jeans and beat up Sperrys. But even though you had your fingers laced through his as he led you inside the Hard Deck, you drew the attention of at least half the guys in the place. So he withdrew his hand from yours and slipped his arm around our waist which did essentially nothing to stop the looks he was getting. 

"What do you want to drink?" he asked, and you looked up at him with such innocent eyes. He pulled you snug against him, and your hand came to rest just above the waistband of his jeans. His cock throbbed for you and that trusting look on your face. You just knew he was going to take care of whatever you needed, and it was going to make him hard if he didn't get control of himself now.

"A beer," you told him, and he leaned down to kiss your cheek next to your ear. 

"I see Nat over by the pool table. Why don't you go wait for me over there while I get us some drinks." He squeezed your ass as you turned to walk away from him, earning him a heated gaze over your shoulder. And then he noticed that your eyes caught on something by the bar before you turned back to look at him briefly before you walked to the pool table. 

When Bradley turned toward the bar, Helen was there, watching you walk across the crowded room with a scowl before she said, "Rooster," in a bland voice. 

He had somehow managed to forget that Helen would be here tonight. Great. "Hey," he said awkwardly before he ordered two beers and watched her expertly pull two pints and slide them across the bar. 

"I'll start a tab for you," she said, barely meeting his eyes. "You know, I'm surprised you brought her here. She looks like she's barely legal. And I don't mean that in a nice way. She's probably going to get into some shit." And then Helen turned to help the patron next to him as Bradley's eyes found you. 

"Fuck," he grunted. You were leaning back against one of the posts as Harvard and Yale closed in on you. Yale was leaning close enough that you tried to pull away, only to end up pressed against Harvard.

"How old are you, Angel?" Yale asked as Bradley got closer. 

You rolled your eyes and said, "I'm twenty four, and I'd appreciate it if you stopped touching me."

Harvard and Yale laughed at the same time, and then Harvard told you, "Maybe you don't know this yet, but girls fight over the chance to come home with us. We're roommates. And we're really good about...sharing."

When you glanced up, your expression was one of extreme annoyance before you met Bradley's eyes and smiled softly. "Then you can share each other," you said before stepping into Bradley's open arms, careful not to bump the beers. 

"I see you met my girlfriend," Bradley said, his voice loud and deep as you wrapped your arms around his waist. 

He kept his eyes on you while Harvard muttered an excuse and Yale repeatedly said, "Sorry, Rooster," until he was too far away to hear. 

"Friends of yours?" you asked, reaching for one of the beers.

"Not really," he replied, watching you take a long sip. "I thought I told you to go wait by Nat."

You licked your glossy lips and said, "And I thought I'd never have to see that flower stealer ever again." You tipped your head toward Helen and held your chin high. 

"Flower stealer?" he asked with a smirk.

"I could call her a wannabe homewrecking bitch, but we're in public," you deadpanned, and Bradley actually started laughing. 

"Let's go," he said, taking you by the hand as he chuckled, leading you toward the pool table. He watched Nat light up and start asking you a million questions about Meredith and the court appearance even though he had explicitly asked her not to. And of course Jake was here, trying to discreetly check you out. 

Bradley wasn't really sure why he had expected this evening to be a nice break for the two of you. He was constantly having to physically touch you in some way, otherwise you got cornered by someone. "Everyone here is so friendly," you remarked after your third beer. Bradley pressed his lips to the sheen of sweat on your pretty neck just as Omaha looked like he might be getting some ideas in his thick skull. 

"Yeah," Bradley mumbled. "Or maybe you're just a smokeshow, Baby."

You giggled and asked, "Will you let me go get the next round? I kind of want to see what my buddy Helen has to say to me."

"Go right ahead. Get whatever you want, and put it on my tab."

"You want anything, Daddy?" you asked, rubbing your hand along his abs again, clearly feeling a lot looser than you were two hours ago. He thought about taking you to the bathroom and fucking you as your fingers tucked inside his white undershirt and found his bare skin. 

"I want you to go get your drink and get back here quickly," he replied, his voice raspy. "That's what Daddy wants."

He watched you shuffle away after promising him you'd be right back. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Rooster. My man. Where did you pick her up from?" Omaha asked, leaning past Bradley to get a good look at where you were standing at the bar. You had no idea how appealing your ass looked in those jeans, otherwise Bradley was pretty sure you wouldn't be standing like that. 

He turned back toward the other aviator and said, "I didn't pick her up from anywhere. She's my girlfriend."

Omaha had the audacity to whistle before he said, "Shit. How long you been hittin' that, old man?" 

Bradley felt his hand at his side clench into a fist. He didn't mind the reminder about his age when it came from you, but when it came from someone else, he wanted to start swinging. When you called him old, it was because he couldn't figure out the settings on his phone, something you assured him you found charming. And you weren't a child. You were a capable adult, smarter than pretty much anyone else he knew. But he still just wanted to protect you, even though he knew he didn't have to. The sting of Greyson and Meredith was still too close though, and Bradley had to work at loosening his hand once again. 

He was about to tell Omaha to fuck off when he saw you out of the corner of his eye. You were reaching for your drink just as Bradley saw Cyclone of all people reach his hand out to stroke one long finger across the perfect curve of your cheek. You were saying something to Cyclone, and you didn't look too happy. And now both of Bradley's fists were clenched as he watched you duck away from his commanding officer and head his way.

"Oh my goodness," you muttered, sloshing some of your beer onto your hand. But Bradley's gaze was fixed on that of Admiral Beau Simpson as the other man nodded in his direction. "That guy at the bar insisted on buying me a beer as well as a glass of the bourbon he was drinking."

That's when Bradley noticed you were holding two drinks. "Which guy?" he asked, even though he already knew. You turned to look at the bar and nodded toward Cyclone. 

"The older one," you muttered before you looked up at Bradley. "He asked me if I was single and insisted on getting me the drinks." You held out the bourbon to him, and he took it. 

"What did you tell him?" Bradley asked, fingers tightening around the glass as he felt the weight of your gaze and Cyclone's on him as well. 

You licked your lips and said, "I told him I'm here with Bradley Bradshaw, and that he should stop pawing at me."

"Good girl, Princess," Bradley muttered, wrapping one big hand around your waist and pulling you close as he sipped the expensive bourbon courtesy of his boss's boss. Beau Simpson wanted something Bradley had, and the idea of it was enough to make him feel giddy. 

"I don't really like this bar very much," you said, an edge of annoyance lacing your tone of voice as you sipped your beer. Bradley let his hand slide down lower and grip your ass, and you did nothing except snuggle in a little closer to him.

But then Bradley tipped the glass of bourbon toward Cyclone and nodded his head in thanks. When Admiral Simpson nodded before letting his gaze dip down along your body, Bradley smirked and downed the rest of the amber liquid. Then his lips were on yours, still wet from the drink. He wanted to mark you, brand you as his own. He wanted to do the filthiest things to you in front of everyone else. 

You moaned against his lips, and Bradley took the beer out of your hand so you could wrap your arms around his neck. "What's that for, Daddy?" you asked when his lips found the side of your neck. "Oh, god," you whined as he sucked on you there. 

Bradley knew you liked Daddys, and Simpson was older than him. Hell, half the guys at the bar who were looking at you were older than he was. Bradley wanted to make sure everyone knew who you were here with. Maybe he especially wanted to remind you. 

So he let you finish the beer from Cyclone while he stood behind you, his big hand splayed across the bare skin of your belly. He kissed the side of your neck and praised you for being a good girl. And if Cyclone happened to be looking in this direction as Bradley's fingers dipped down into the front of your jeans, then so be it. Let him watch. Let everyone else watch as Bradley got his tipsy, twenty four year old girlfriend whining for his cock in the middle of the Hard Deck on a Friday night. 

"Daddy," you moaned, grinding back against his erection, back arched as you set down your empty glass. "You're teasing me."

Bradley unbuttoned your jeans as he suggested, "Let's go outside?"

You smiled and bit your lip as you asked him, "Are you going to take me home?"

"Something like that," he replied, leading you toward the bar so he could close out his tab. And if that meant that both Helen and Admiral Simpson got a good look at the way you were coming apart in Bradley's arms while he signed his credit card slip, then that was just fine with him.

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You stumbled out into the parking lot while Bradley unzipped your jeans. "Take me home?" you asked before his lips clashed against yours again. He tasted like that free bourbon, and you moaned into his mouth. You were so horny, you'd probably never make it back to Bradley's place at all. 

"You want me to take you to my house, Princess? You gonna start calling that home?" he asked, scooping you up in his arms and heading for the pitch black corner of the parking lot where he'd left the Bronco. 

"Daddy!" you whined, rubbing your lips all over the scars on his neck. "Take me home to your bed," you demanded, really quite tipsy. You'd never behaved like this before, ready to go in a parking lot, but apparently Bradley could read you like one of your nursing textbooks. 

He deposited you next to the Bronco, your feet meeting the ground just a fraction of a second before he spun you to face the passenger side door. His hands felt rough on your body as you reached for the door, your palms braced against the window. Bradley yanked down your jeans and underwear, and you cried out as the cool, night air met your wet pussy. 

"Bradley!"

"Shh," he whispered next to your ear. "You want me to fuck you right here, Princess?"

You felt almost ashamed as you gasped, "Yes," but you were so turned on for him, it didn't even matter. He bent you at the hips a little more, and then you felt Bradley thrust inside you in one quick motion. He filled you up so fast, the sensation took your breath away. He didn't give you time to get used to the stretch or to accommodate him before he was fucking you. It felt like he was teaching you a lesson as you tipped your head back and let him suck on your neck.

He nibbled on you before soothing you with his tongue, and you tried to look around, tried to make sure you were alone, but you would probably beg him to keep going even with an audience at this point. He felt that good. The cold glass against your palms was the only thing keeping your body from hitting the Bronco as he fucked you harder. 

"I can't believe you're letting me do this," he rasped next to your ear. His voice combined with the sounds of his thighs slapping against yours, the sounds of filthy sex, as you started clenching around his cock. 

"Daddy," you whimpered, unable to slow down your building orgasm.

"I'm your Daddy," he growled. "Just me. You're so fucking hot, you know that? Sinful looking. Can't leave you alone for a goddamn second."

"Ohhh," you keened, getting louder for him. He did nothing to stop you.

His words just made you clench harder as he said, "Every guy in that bar wishes he was me right now. Dying to be buried in this tight pussy. They all wanna look at you and touch you, but you're mine." He fucked you harder as he softly said, "You're my Princess." 

"Oh!" you gasped, cumming on his cock as he continued to fuck you until you were a moaning, writhing mess. Your legs were shaking, and you felt like you had just wet yourself, but Bradley kept going. He didn't stop until he filled you up with his cum and let it drip down your legs. Then he spun you around and kissed your lips so softly as you leaned back against the door, your head swimming with satiated pleasure. 

Bradley's hot cum cooled on your inner thighs, sending a chill through your body. He took his time pulling your jeans back up, and then he was helping you onto the passenger seat with the promise that he'd take care of you again when he got you home and sent Amelia away for the night. And the thing was, you'd definitely let him keep that promise.

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When Bradley woke up to an empty bed and a quiet house on Saturday morning, he was instantly alert. He'd slept in, and something didn't feel right. He jumped out of bed, and when he rushed to Noah's bedroom door, he found his son's room was empty. 

"Noah? Princess?" he called out, continuing to the kitchen in just his underwear. 

"Hi, Daddy," Noah said, looking up at him and spilling a forkful of scrambled egg onto the floor. Bradley contemplated getting a dog just to clean up the food messes Noah made, but a pet would only be something else he had to worry about when he was deployed. 

"Hi, Daddy," you echoed from the seat across the table. You had your kid friendly playlist going, and you were reading from one of your textbooks, but you glanced up at him and smiled. You looked tired, and now Bradley felt bad for keeping you up half the night with his cock buried inside you. The Hard Deck had been a massive wakeup call for him. He was going to have to work hard to keep you. That much was obvious now. But you also needed the rest of the weekend to get yourself organized, and that was something he could help with. 

He kissed Noah's forehead and then yours. "You want some coffee?" he asked you softly, and you nodded in response. He would take care of anything you needed, but he knew you wouldn't let him provide for you. Hell, you hadn't given him a real answer about moving in here, even though he'd asked and dropped hints. He wanted you here all the time. He couldn't stop thinking about what it might be like to get you pregnant ever since the idea was planted in his head on Wednesday. 

As he worked the coffee maker to get you a vanilla latte just the way you liked it, he watched you cut some of the fruit in Noah's bowl into smaller pieces. And when Noah climbed into your lap, you didn't make a fuss that he was interrupting you. 

"I'll take him out for the day, maybe do some grocery shopping while you work," he told you, his tone apologetic. "And then tonight, after bedtime, I'm all yours, Princess. We'll get everything done."

You kissed Noah's cheek and said, "I made you a grocery list. We're almost out of Skittles already. You boys can go to the store while you're out, and then I'll make dinner later."

Bradley wanted to protest, he really did, but he also wanted to eat one of your homemade dinners. So he got Noah dressed for the day and took him to the playground and then on a nature walk and then to the grocery store. He kept him out of your hair for hours and hours, and when he got home that afternoon, he carried a napping Noah into his bed. 

You were sitting at the kitchen table wearing Bradley's gray sweatpants and one of his shirts, and you were typing away on his computer. He found himself entranced by your purple nail polish and calm exterior. He didn't disrupt you while he unpacked the groceries, he just set one of the many bags of Skittles he purchased on the table next to you. "Love you," he whispered, and you looked up at him with a little smirk as you opened your snack of choice. "You don't even have to share that bag with me."

"Thanks, Daddy." And that was all you said to him until you stood up and stretched a few hours later and started to make spaghetti and meatballs for dinner, because Noah started bugging about it.

"Let's give Princess a break, Bub. I'll make the ants on the logs today, and you can help me." It took Bradley just as long to cut up the carrots and spread the peanut butter as it did for you to make an actual meal, but as he watched Noah decorate them with raisins, Bradley felt a certain level of accomplishment. 

He knew how to cook now, kind of. He could make healthy snacks that Noah actually liked, sort of. And most importantly, he had managed to start a relationship with a woman who not only loved him, but loved his son as well. 

"Here you go," you announced, setting plates of dinner down in front of both of them. 

"Yay!" Noah cheered, and Bradley had to stop him from reaching for the hot food. 

"Listen," Bradley said between bites of food. "Early bedtime tonight after a nice bath. And then tomorrow night we'll have a family movie night. We can go to the theater that serves dinner at your seat so we don't have to cook anything here."

"But that place is expensive," you protested. "And I still have to finish studying for my final on Monday."

"We'll study tonight," Bradley promised. "And the fancy movie theater isn't too expensive for my family."

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You insisted on being the one to put Noah in bed when he finished his bath. After working for twelve hours straight on school assignments, you needed a little break, and some hugs from Noah really did the trick. 

Once he was tucked in, you knew you needed to study for your anatomy final, but all you wanted was a glass of wine and a hot shower with your hot boyfriend. You found him in the living room, rooting through the drawers underneath the stereo system that must have belonged to his parents. 

"Oh my goodness," you teased, gasping as he looked up at you. "Are those cassette tapes? Are you sure you're only thirty six?"

He rolled his eyes and got to his feet, pulling you toward the couch. "Almost thirty seven, actually. You know, I was going to play something I thought you might like while we study, but nevermind."

"Wait, I take it back, I take it back!" you protested, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Play it for me. Please?"

"Fine," he groaned, running his hands down your sides and bending to kiss you. "But only because I'm in a good mood." Then he started to play the tape, and you noticed that he already had your textbook and a fresh bag of Skittles waiting on the couch. 

"Thanks for doing this," you whispered, watching as he settled down and patted his thigh.

"Come here," he coaxed as the mellow rock music played softly, and you were surprised to find you knew the band. "I like studying with you," he said with a grin as you settled onto his lap, straddling his thighs. 

As he tore open the bag of Skittles, you reminded him, "I'll be looking for a job soon. No more studying."

"Gotta make this count then," he replied, pulling a red Skittle out and feeding it to you. "Fifty percent of the Skittles are mine. You can earn your share by answering questions correctly from your study guide." 

You scoffed and ran your fingers through his hair. "I should get a more generous share of the goods tonight. As a reward for all my hard work."

He grunted and rolled his eyes. "Fine. You can have sixty percent. But just for tonight. Tomorrow we go back to a fifty/fifty split."

"Deal," you whispered, kissing his lips. 

And it was all so gentle, the way Bradley fed you a yellow Skittle and then a purple one as he went down the study guide, his thumb rubbing soft circles against your thigh through the gray sweatpants. Anytime you needed an extra minute to consider your answer, you pulled your fingers through his hair and down his neck as you contemplated. 

"You know this one, Princess. I know you do."

Every time he encouraged you, giving your hip a little squeeze, you got the right answer. And then you got a Skittle. And then you got a kiss. 

"Will you come with me to my exam on Monday morning?" you asked him softly, your head coming to rest on his shoulder once the candy was all eaten. "I don't think I can do it without you there."

He kissed your forehead and held you close. "Sure you can, Baby. You'll ace it. Besides, I have to meet with Tracy and get everything settled. You don't need me at all."

But that was a lie. You did need him. You needed him. And Noah. "I do," you whispered, your lips brushing his neck. "I need you, Bradley." 

"You already have me."

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Cyclone, you dirty dog. Inching closer to this deployment. Hope you enjoy your fic, @beyondthesefourwalls And thank you @mak-32 !

PART 28

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[soliarus]

Fangs and Claws pt 3

- fluff, angst, fantasy world, vampires, werewolves, elves, ect ect... a bit of suggestiveness

: temptations have begun to brew...

Part One Part Two

words 1.3k

werewolf!momo x vampire!sana x gn!elf!reader

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Momo woke up with her surroundings in a blur. People kept rushing past her—people in gold painted armor. Pushing at her shoulders as she stood still and stared straight ahead, confused. She looked down and noticed that, in one hand, she had a long broadsword and a wooden stake in the other. She gasped, backing away. Anxiety rushed through her. Where was the tiny cottage? Where was the stream? And the little garden? Where were you? 

Where was Sana?

She took shaky steps, too lost in her head to know what was going on. Suddenly a figure runs up towards her, and out of instinct, she raises her sword to block. The two swords meet with a loud clang, steel against steel, metal against metal. She grunts at the sheer force, pushing all her weight into blocking the strong swipe. Her eyes squint, and she can just make out the matted black pieces of armor in front of her, plus the glint of bright red behind the helmet.

But what she really notices are the familiar red feathers that adorned their helmet. 

“S-sana? It’s me! Momo!” She stammers out, and the figure in front of her grunts, raises her sword, and swings down. 

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Momo groans into the pillow; the morning light has clearly disturbed her, and she’s willing to make it known. Her arm reaches towards her left, but all she finds is an empty spot next to her, so she reaches to the right. Another empty spot 

She groans again, this time louder; the empty bed has now clearly disturbed her, and she’s more than willing to make it known. She lays there sprawled out, letting out an annoyed huff. Suddenly, through the slight crack in the doorway, a smell starts to waft through—a good smell, a yummy smell. 

No time is wasted, a quick hop off the bed, a skip to the bathroom and a rush out the room. Sana came in front of the front door, carrying in some cooked salmon. You were setting up the table, preparing other dishes such as rice bowls and zucchini pasta. 

“Oh Momo! Just in time for lunch!” You smile, taking her hand leading her towards the table. 

Lunch? 

“You slept for a long time today, you must have been really tired” You mumble, pushing her hair back behind her ears, pecking her forehead before filling up her plate for her. 

Sana sits at her end of the table, Momo was confused, not a single word fell out her mouth, no snarky comment or flirty quip or anything. Very unusual. 

Momo tilts her head towards Sana, What’s up with her? 

You sigh in return, “poor baby as been acting like this since the moment she woke up” you sigh, moving to put food in Sana’s plate, “I know you don’t feel hungry, sweetheart, but you need some food” you lovingly mumble into her hair, snuggling her a little before rubbing her shoulder. Sana lets out a shaky sigh, not looking up at all and takes her fork before picking at the salmon. 

Momo notices how Sana’s eyes flash red for a moment, a familiar glint. She feels a shiver down her spine but doesn’t think anything of it. 

Maybe it’s the breeze…

 Sana was quite all day long which was… abnormal. She was always quick to make a flirty joke here and there. She just wasn’t herself and Momo was worried.  

Hopefully things go back to normal tomorrow. 

The three of you got ready for bed, Sana and Momo actually surprised you with a larger bed for your second month anniversary as an official throuple, even if it took up like eighty percent of the space, the three of you were now able to cuddle together. 

—

“S-sana! What are you doing?!” Momo tried to get out of Sana’s grip but it was to no avail, she was questionably strong. Sana was panting, hard. Her eyes were bright red and dilated. It was almost like she wasn’t there. Sana leaned forward as she held Momo’s wrists tight in one hand, her other hand dragging itself on her neck, she trails it down until it rests just above Momo’s trousers. Her nose brushed against Momo’s neck. The werewolf could feel her heart beat against her ribcage as Sana presses herself onto her body. 

“Sana please…what’s wrong with you? Why are you acting like thi-” Sana covers her mouth with her hand before opening her own, her fangs shining, and she swiftly pushes herself into Momo’s neck.

“Wake up, wolfy! It’s cleaning day!” You jumped on top of Momo, abruptly waking her up. 

“Ahhh!” Momo screeches her arms wrapping around your body, as she holds you close, her eyes shut tight. When she looks up she only sees you looking at her confusedly, and she’s quickly letting go and scratching her neck “oh– uhmm…w-where’s Sana?”

“Sana? She’s right there” You point to the doorway and there’s Sana, wearing gloves, a cleaning apron, a mask on her chin, and a bandana wrapped around her head. She looks way less scarier than in Momo’s dream. 

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Momo and Sana was busy cleaning the living room, after you found out that there was a shortage of cleaning syrup you threw a hissy fit before literally running out the cottege to get more from the village. Leaving Sana and Momo in charge of cleaning the rest of the interior. It was an awkward silence, Sana was the same as she was the day before, no flirty quips, no “hey wolfy”, and no snarky comebacks. 

But Momo, oh clumsy Momo, she accidenlty dropped the vase she was cleaning, and it shattered everywhere. “Shit! Shit! Y/N is gonna kill me!” She panics, and suddenly bends down to pick up the pieces only to cut her finger, but she ignores it. It’s not until her hand is harshly pulled back, 

“Hey! What-” Momo’s words stop as she looks into Sana’s eyes, they were just like in her dream, red and dilated. She follows Sana’s eyes to her cut finger which was oozing blood. 

“S-sana?” Momo mutters trying to pull her hand away from Sana’s hold but her grip is too strong. Slowly Sana brings Momo’s cut closer to her. She looks into Momo’s eyes, and as Momo gets a good look she notices it’s slightly different from her dream, yes it’s red and dilated filled with hunger but instead of harshness she’s met with softness, like she’s asking for permission. Momo gulps, and then slowly and caustiosuly, she nods. 

Sana hums, she brings Momo’s fringer slowly to her lips and softly tastes the blood, licking it clean. 

Uhhh, okay that’s super weird. 

Momo thought. She looked at Sana with a slight grimace on her face. And as Sana was going down town with her finger the door flings open, 

“They only had three bottles! What am I supposed to do with- holy shit!” You drop the bottles on the ground as you look at the scene in front of you, a shattered vase on the ground, with glass everywhere and your girlfriends literally inches apart from one another, one in pure ecstasy and the other in…pain? Pleasure? You don’t even know anymore. 

“How come I always find you two in these positions?” You sigh, walking over to the two. They both had nervous blushes on their faces looking away. You sit next to Sana, running a hand over her back. 

“Wolfy?” You ask, eyeing her. 

“Wha- what!? Why me? She started it!” Momo squealed pointing at Sana, who was looking down with a blush on her face, Sana murmured something under her breath, something you didn’t get. 

“What was that, batsy?” 

“I drank her blood!” She shouted, you’re taken aback, looking at Momo, who slowly nodded. 

“Uhh okay, honestly I didn’t think you would cave that fast, batsy” You tuck her hair behind her ear, “are you feeling better now?”

Sana nods nuzzling her face into your neck, “aww you’re so cute you big baby” You coo petting her hair. 

Momo sits there flabbergasted, “Am I missing something here?”

“Oh just that batsy here has been hiding drained rabbits behind the tool shed” 

Sana stiffens from the sudden reveal, 

“Wait you know about that?”

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[nobedofroses]

December 2

pairing: Din Djarin x reader

warnings: fluff, allusions to spice

words: 949

a/n: slightly grumpy Din who is also a sucker

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While Din had been hunting his last bounty, you and Grogu had gone into the nearby village (you were allowed to because it was in the opposite direction the bounty had gone). As was usual, you went to the market to buy food and other staples that you liked to stock up on just in case you weren’t going to be on planet for a while. 

The baby always stuck close by you and he was generally more well-behaved for you than he was with his dad. You were never sure whether it was because he felt less safe with you than his heavily armored and weaponed dad or if he thought you needed him for protection. Either way you weren’t complaining. 

Today, as you were buying things, the vendors kept mentioning a light festival in the town, asking if the two of you were planning on going. Not knowing the area, you tried to subtly get information from different sellers (probably overly cautious, but Din had influenced you). 

Apparently, there was a large garden at the edge of the village that was decorated in thousands of lights and there would be food vendors and live music. Grogu listened just as much as you did, and while you weren’t sure if he knew what the lights would look like, he was very interested at the prospect of food. And you knew that he would love the lights when he did see them. 

The festival was going on for a couple nights so you would suggest it to Din when he got back to the ship. You knew better than to try and go just you and the baby, never  being allowed to leave the ship without Din at night. Sure that between you and Grogu he would be convinced, the two of you grabbed some lunch before heading back to the ship. 

That night, Din didn’t return until Grogu was asleep and you were getting ready for bed yourself. You were in the fresher but you could hear him take the bounty to the carbonite freezer and then he knocked on the door to give you the all clear. Once you were dried off and dressed, you went out and found him in the cockpit, clearly having just finished eating, but with his helmet back on. 

You smiled at him and he held out a hand for you, helping you to sit sideways on his lap. The two of you were committed to be wed, and some days it felt like you couldn’t wait to be able to kiss him, see his face. The thought of getting to do it soon distracted you for a moment, but when he tilted his head in a clear mark of curiosity, you remembered what you were going to say. 

Grabbing his hand in both of yours, you started playing with his fingers absent-mindedly as you started talking, “So Grogu and I heard about something that sounded like fun today.” 

Din nodded and hummed for you to continue, though you also felt him shifting just a bit underneath you. 

“The town is having a light festival this week with food and music and lights, of course, and I thought the baby would love it.” 

“Just the kid?”

You smiled sheepishly, “Well, I would love it too. What do you say, can we go?” 

He hummed in thought, which you thought was just to make you sweat. “Will I love it?” 

You laughed and said, “I’m sure there will be things there you like. And if there isn’t, I’ll make it up to you.” 

Din’s hands tightened on you and he said, “I think I need an example of that right now.” 

Smiling suggestively, you readjusted to straddle him instead and said, “You can consider it a thank you.” 

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The next evening, the three of you set out for the festival, and just as you predicted you all loved it. Even underneath his helmet, you could tell that Din was enjoying himself. He made a lot of comments about how everything was constructed and pointed out the particularly elaborate displays to the baby, all while sticking very close to you. The two of you didn’t like to display affection in public (mainly because Din didn’t want anyone to target you because of him), but he did guide you sometimes with a hand on the small of your back or the light touch of his fingertips on your elbow. 

You and Grogu got your fill of yummy food and drinks as you walked, and you made sure to pack some away in your bag for Din to have later. By the end of the night, Din had to carry Grogu back to the ship, all tuckered out from the food and excitement. 

While you put Grogu to bed, Din ate, and again you found him in the cockpit and again, you sat sideways on his lap. 

“So what did you think?” 

After several seconds, Din just shrugged and hummed noncommittally. 

For a second, you questioned yourself, wondering if he actually hadn’t enjoyed himself, but then you felt his hands sliding up your thighs and you realized what he was thinking. 

“Oh no, Din,” you said, exaggerating your worry. “You didn’t like it?” 

Again, Din just shrugged, apparently incapable of outright lying to you. 

“Poor honey, had to spend all that time walking around with us,” you gave him your best sad eyes, knowing he liked it when you babied him a bit. You moved to straddle him, again, and then leaned in, tugging his cowl down so your lips could find his neck, “I guess I’ll just have to make it up to you.”

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[heaven-s-black-box]

Stress Relief- Wash x fem!Ex-Freelancer!Reader

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Recovery date: December 18th, 2023

Description: Wash and Y/n make time for each other in the chaos following their crash landing.

Includes- slight plot, cumming in clothes

Notes: Thank you to my friend who beta read this, even though they've never seen rvb.

Word count: 777

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Wash was completely on edge– practically bursting at the seams. He’d thought being stuck with the reds and blues in Valhalla was bad, but this was worse. Not only did he not know what was going on with dwindling supplies and surrounded by idiots, but their bases on chorus were completely open air. They were exposed to the elements constantly, every little sound was constantly echoing all around the canyon, and there was zero privacy.

So Agent Washington, one of the few remaining elite freelancers, was incredibly on edge; in more ways than one.

“Really?” He asked, as Tucker lay panting on the ground in front of him.

“Dude, I’ve been running laps all morning, give me a break!”

“I gave you a break an hour ago! Now get up, we’re ru-”

“Lunch!” Y/n’s voice suddenly crackled through their helmets.

Tucker’s helmet clicked as he pulled it off, taking deep breaths as the fresh hair washed over him. He could practically feel the glare Wash was sending him as he looked up at him.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your girlfriend-”

“Get moving.”

Wash didn’t wait for him to scrape himself off the ground, storming off towards blue base where he could see everyone gathering.

He needed a minute to cool off, he knew that. Tucker may be difficult but even he had to admit he was being a little hard on the man. Everytime Tucker ran a lap Wash was right there with him, which meant every slip of pace and shortcut got caught. When Tucker didn’t know Wash caught him taking a shortcut, he’d let it slide on occasion, but he couldn’t let the teal soldier expect that treatment.

The only reason Wash was running those laps though was because he was trying to relieve some of his stress; it was a habit from the project.

“Wash?” 

He stopped just slightly inside the base, and turned to find Y/n standing by one of the halls further into the ship's remains. Tucker slipped past him, snickering as he went to join the others.

Y/n motioned for him to follow her, and he practically tripped over his feet as he chased after her into the storage.

“I say we have maaaybe ten minutes here,” Y/n laughed as she jumped up on a crate.

Wash stood between her legs, letting her wrap her arms around his shoulders as he rested his hands on her waist.

“At this point I’ll be done in two,” he grumbled before kissing her.

He wrapped his arms around Y/n’s waist so he could remove his wrist braces and the gloved part of his under suit. Once he’d removed them, he unlatched her codpiece and set it aside before rubbing at her clit through the fabric. Y/n moaned, tangling her hands in his hair and biting at his lower lip.

“Da-ah- David.”

“Hey.”

They pulled away for air, and Y/n slid her hands down to his chest to push him back a bit. His fingers stilled as his brows furrowed in confusion until he realized she was trying to remove his codpiece. She quickly unlatched it, letting it clatter to the floor and making them both wince as it echoed around.

Not that it stopped them. Instead, Wash lifted her off the crate and backed her against it so he could grind against her.

Their heavy breathing and soft sounds echoed through the space as they pressed against each other frantically. But Wash was right when he said it wouldn’t take long as all of their tension quickly boiled over and they came, moaning into each other's mouths to muffle the sounds.

When they finally parted, panting, Wash let out a frustrated groan.

“What?”

His head dropped to her shoulder as she unwrapped her legs from his waist and stood on shaky legs.

“We just came in our suits…” he mumbled.

Y/n laughed.

“Not like it’s the first time.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“Well, look at it this way, while they dry we could… take our time and go another round?”

“And leave the idiots alone?”

“Don’t worry about them.”

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Across the canyon, in red base, the rest of the reds and blues were in the middle of a competition to see who could organize their half of the inventory faster.

“Isn’t this Wash’s job?” Griff whined.

“He’s been really stressed recently, Y/n was right, this is the least we can do to help him.”

“I wonder what they are doing,” Caboose said, while helping Simmons color code items.

“Trust me, you do not want to know.”

“Bow Chika Bow Wow.”

“Tucker!”

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[obsidiantheghostfaced]

Kung Fu Panda - THE MIRROR - chapter 4

-{-[]-}-Kung Fu Panda-{-[]-}--The Mirror-

 IV 

The Mirror – Chapter IV Warning -> major character death ahead

At the center of the filthy, blackened city lay its massive iron heart – an armored fortress, covered with legions of cannons and archers. Tigress, Monkey, and Crane sauntered up to the main passage, dragging Shifu's unconscious form with them. "Sorry to keep you waiting my lords! We were not informed of your return to the Citadel so soon..." the guard said nervously. Tigress said nothing, her face unreadable behind her helmet. But the gorilla could feel her icy stare boring into his skull. "Please forgive my insolence my lady..." The guard had barely spoken the words when Monkey slammed him to the ground. Standing on the guards chest, he leaned down and said "FOOL! Your stupidity will cost you dearly my hairy friend! I think I'll kill you slowly...and eat your brain for lunch. Ooh won't that be fun?!" "I want his liver Monkey. GIVE ME HIS LIVER!" Crane shrieked wildly. Monkey unsheathed a pair of swords from his belt, ready for the killing blow...

"NO!" Tigress bellowed, blocking Monkey's blades with her armored fist. "We...do not...kill for amusement, Lord Monkey! Do you know what the Master would do to us if we killed one of his elite guard?" ""But we are superior to them Lady Tigress, everyone in this stinking cesspool! We could destroy the whole of China without a second thought! "And the Master can do the same to the whole world if he put his mind to it. But he chooses not to. That is true strength. You should have learned that by now...". Monkey growled in frustration. He knew she was right; the Master would have his head if he crossed him. "Fine..." Monkey spat. "Fortune favors you today my friend, you get to keep your brain...for now" Monkey said to the cowering gorilla. He turned away, then sucker punched the guard through the hard iron wall. "Hey, at least I didn't kill him...Now let's get this worm inside" Monkey said gesturing toward Shifu. As he and Crane went further in, Tigress stopped to survey the damage. She sighed; this was the second time in a week that she had to keep a guard from being killed by Monkey. He was never this insane before, she thought as she made her way over to the damaged wall. Taking a piece of the wall in either hand, she used her armor to force the hole closed. "Make sure this seam is repaired...and tend to the wounded" she instructed calmly. The other guards scrambled to repair the damaged wall while a few others rushed the half-dead guard to the the Citadel doctor. Now to the task at hand...

Tigress finally caught up to Crane and Monkey. They had come to the training hall, where Mantis and Viper were sparring in their armor. "Viper, Mantis we've all been summoned to the Master's chamber. There's a prisoner to inspect" Tigress called out above the noise. "Don't you usually handle prisoners yourself Tigress" asked Viper. "Why do all of us need to be there" Mantis asked nervously. She took Shifu's body from Monkey's hands and showed them. "Because of him..." Both Mantis and Viper stared in utter shock at seeing Shifu – of all people – here in the Citadel. "But how can it be Tigress...?" "I don't know Viper, but the Master will need to see us right away". "Then let's go" Mantis said before already hopping out the door.

"Wake up dog" Tigress growled, dousing Shifu with cold water. He awoke instantly, coughing up the ice from his throat. "Ah, Tigress what have you brought me today?" a voice asked from the shadows. As his vision cleared, Shifu could tell that he was in a large room, like a chamber. "I take it you are the Master, but why have you brought me here?" "Come now Shifu, you don't recognize this place? You're home..." The dimly lit room was filled with all sorts of treasures, weapons, artifacts, and scrolls – one of which was the famous Dragon Scroll sitting atop a pedestal. "Now look above you" the voice instructed. Does he mean the Dragon statue? When he looked up, he saw something other than a dragon. "It cant be..." The creature was something only Oogway had seen before passing on...a phoenix, the celestial guardian of knowledge and power. "How can this be?" "It was prophesied in legend that when Oogway spoke to the Great Dragon to receive the Dragon's Scroll, another creature came to him a short time later. The Divine Phoenix. It gave him a touch of its power in the form of ten golden feathers. These feathers could grant whoever held them immense power and knowledge. The Phoenix also gave him a chest to keep the feathers safe, one that could only be opened by a warrior of pure in spirit, and in heart. But even Oogway didn't know who this warrior would be. Even the Dragon Warrior would not match him. And so, here we are..."

Shifu could scarcely believe his ears. A Divine Phoenix...golden feathers...and a being more powerful than the Dragon Warrior? But then, where was he...could he be..."What have you done with the Dragon Warrior? Where is Po?!" Suddenly a massive monster of iron appeared from nowhere. "DO NOT SPEAK THAT NAME IN MY PRESENCE!" the monster bellowed. "Why? I demand to see him, where are you keeping him? "Nowhere, and yet he is here...Oh but I must show you something..." The Master directed Shifu toward a smaller statue, It looked like it was sculpted with excruciating detail, in the form of a snow leopard. Yet it looked so familiar. The face was...Tai Lung's face. No...How can this be? "What have you done" "This is not my doing...its yours...Master Shifu..." Master Shifu, why would he call he that? Unless...Unless..."Po?"

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[severide-kelly]

The Info Sheet: You Will Hurt Him (S2, E9)

Kelly asks Shay to come back to 51. She refuses. He asks her if she reported Devon to the police and she says she did.

Otis wants to move out of Severide and Shay's apartment, but he's worried Shay will feel bad about it.

Katie turns up at the firehouse with lunch. Dawson asks if she's in the right place. She introduced herself and says she bought lunch and Dawson still asks if she was in the right place. Katie tells her she's Kelly's sister.

Mouch asks why Benny had kept Katie a secret and Kelly said he'd have to ask Benny.

Kelly asks the guys how the food is and they all praise her. Kelly tells her good job (but weirdly doesn't eat anything himself).

Otis is chatting to Katie and Kelly does a 'big brother' stare and Otis gets nervous and leaves. Katie says she's never had someone to do the big brother stare for her before and Kelly says Otis is harmless.

Kelly says he will wash the dishes up and drop them back to Katie.

We see Shay calling up Devon and asking her to return the stuff she took, she says she can keep her stuff but to return the other bits. We know she stole the Viper helmet from Otis and the TV, but it's not specified what else she took.

Boden tells Kelly that Shay hasn't turned up for her shift. Kelly says she's still getting used to the bus route and Boden asks him if he's getting tired of making excuses for her. Kelly calls her but it goes straight to voicemail.

Casey calls Kelly 'Sev' when they attend a man trapped in a trash compactor.

Shay's shown to have skipped out on work and is walking around by herself. She goes to a bridge where she cries.

Otis comes to the firehouse with a Djembe, a drum and says he wants to learn to play it. When Otis asks him to stop he says he's only going to play it in his apartment. He waits for a reaction from Severide who doesn't give one. He questions Mouch as to whether annoying Severide will work and he says he annoyed his roommate so much he punched him in the face.

Clarke confides in Herrmann that he's having issues with a guy his wife shacked up with when they broke up.

Kelly takes Squad and goes to the apartment looking for Shay. There's a smashed vase on the floor and an empty tequila bottle.

Kelly confronts Dawson about Shay. He says he's been dragging Squad around all night looking for her. He tells Dawson she should have reached out. She says she tried but Shay choose Devon.

Kelly tells Dawson she's got her brother and her family but Shay only has the two of them close by to rely on and that right now, she needs Dawson.

Gabby agrees and tells Kelly she has some ideas about where Shay might be and says she'll find her. Kelly says she better as he's sick of her floating through life while her best friend is down for the count. Kelly gets emotional about it and Dawson seems a bit surprised by what he says. Kelly says he doesn't care why they fell out, he just wants her to fix it.

Back at the apartment, Otis is playing his Djembe and Kelly stops him to ask if he's seen Shay. He's surprised they still haven't found her. Kelly asks him to get in touch if she shows up and he heads out. Otis looks to feel bad about trying to annoy his way out of the apartment.

Gabby is with Matt as they look for Shay. She tells him she's running out of ideas but she promised Severide she'd find her. Matt encourages her that no one knows her better.

When Kelly drops the dishes off for Katie, her Mum recognises Kelly as Benny's son straight away. She gushes about how much Kelly looks like Benny when she met him, making Katie and Kelly both a bit uncomfortable.

Katie's mum asks if Kelly's going to Katie's cooking school graduation. Kelly says he didn't know about it.

Dawson finds Shay and they make up.

Kelly shows up for Katie's graduation. She's really touched by him turning up for her and he says he's buying her a beer to celebrate. They go to Molly's where Kelly's arranged a little congratulations surprise for her and she's moved to tears about it.

Kelly asks Otis if he saw his message and Otis says he did and that Shay's okay. Kelly says she will be until she sees the bongo drum. Otis says he has to move out and that's it not personal, he just needs his own space and Kelly is fine with it.

Mcleod says firehouse 51 will be closing.

#Kelly Severide

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[wheresarizona]

A Mandalorian Walks into a Bar Part 3

summary: Your life is so different now that Din’s returned and staying. You have a partner, your daughter has a loving father, and you’re getting fucked on the regular. Thoroughly.

Din said he’d stop by on your lunch break and show you how appreciative a customer should be.

rating: E (18+ SMUT. So much. Smut with plot. Unprotected P in V (wrap it up), oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, praise, creampie, roleplay, spanks, spit mentions, slight d/s tones, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, fluff, domestic fluff, Soft!Din Djarin (but he fucks), feelings and emotions, love confessions, minor TBOBF spoilers.) if there’s anything you think I should add please let me know!

pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader

word count: 12304 (I’m sorry!)

a/n: This series consumes me. More smut, more fluff, more softness, and maybe some Din POV flashbacks. 👀👀👀 Made up ship talk. Lololol This is, as always, dedicated to my bestie, my muse, @juletheghoul who helps so much and inspires a lot of the things. I love you. Shoutout to @wolveria for the beta! You’re the best! I sure hope you enjoy! Thank you for reading! ❤️❤️❤️

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You were halfway inside the maintenance panel of a farming hovercraft, magnaspanner in hand, as you tried to get a particularly difficult fuel line to detach.

You worked at the tiny starport in your town, having your own hangar where you did work as a mechanic, fixing up all sorts of vehicles and ships. On a planet like Dantooine - where there was a heavy amount of farming - you found yourself repairing quite a bit of farming vehicles or regular speeders. Occasionally an offworlder would need maintenance on their starship or repairs. You’d fixed your fair share of faulty hyperdrives, knowing the shipowners just wanted to get off of the backwater planet as soon as possible.

Sure, Dantooine was close to a couple of hyperspace lanes - the place just wasn’t easily accessible. So, the starport was small - generally used for the transport of crops and sap - the things that were grown and harvested - and the traffic of offworlders stopping by, just because, was so little that it was practically non-existent.

You liked the planet… enough. Enough that you stayed and called it home. You hadn’t planned on staying for so long, but here you were going on a little over two years, the longest you had stayed anywhere since you were a kid.

You didn’t want to think too highly of yourself, but you were pretty sure you were the best mechanic in the place. You worked with a couple of others - them with their own hangars - and you seemed to be the busiest. People always came to you to fix their things, and it didn’t bother you; you loved fixing stuff. It’s why you did the work you did. You just enjoyed it, finding solutions to problems, making things work again, challenging yourself. You loved what you did for a living, and you were damn good at it - having spent the majority of your life in your profession.

You were so close to getting the fuel line detached, wanting to get this done before lunch. You just needed to adjust the magnaspanner a little bit to the right…

“Excuse me?” A deep voice said behind you, and you just about jumped out of your skin. You got your body out of the panel and turned towards the person speaking, your heart beating rapidly.

A man was standing in front of you. A tall, broad, very shiny man. A Mandalorian, if his helmet and armor were anything to go by.

“How can I help you?” You asked.

You got a look at the guy, seeing the weapons adorning his body. Possibly a bounty hunter with all of that gear. What was he doing here? His hands were on his hips, and your gaze fell on his gloves for a moment, the arrows pointing towards his dick, and you couldn’t help it when your eyes moved to where they indicated. You quickly looked back up at his helmet, feeling heat rise up your neck. He was attractive, and you couldn’t even see his face. You felt a stirring in your belly, liking the look of him, all big and imposing.

“I’m in need of some ship maintenance.” His voice was so smooth coming out of the modulator, and you wanted to hear him speak more.

“Oh, um, well, my hangar is currently occupied - as you can see.” You pointed at the vehicle behind you with your thumb. “I should have it done in a few hours? You could come back?”

“I heard you’re the best mechanic on Dantooine. Maybe we could come to an arrangement, and you could check out my ship sooner?”

Your eyebrows lifted. “An arrangement? Like extra credits or something.”

“Or something,” he said, his voice going a bit deeper, and the tone shot straight to your core.

You gulped. “What did you have in mind?” You asked.

“My ship is already parked in bay 6. You could come with me and find out.” And he said it so suggestively that your eyes were slightly widening, and you felt your body get hot.

There was no doubt in your mind that this man was propositioning you. You’d been offered many things to do work, but this was new. You couldn’t help being curious. You liked his voice and how he just looked in all of that armor, wanting to feel it against your body. And those hands, so large, and you bet his fingers would feel so good on you.

You found yourself nodding. You wanted to see what he had to offer. “Let me grab my tools,” you answered.

He nodded, and you moved. You put the magnaspanner away and closed all of the drawers, hit a button at the top, and the hover tool cart started following you. The Mandalorian waited until you were close, and he walked by your side as you made your way to the hangar his ship was parked in.

You couldn’t help noticing just how much taller he was than you when he was so close. You kept sneaking glances as you walked. You liked the profile of his helmet, and you noticed on his right pauldron there was a mudhorn skull on it. You hadn’t had very much experience with Mandalorians - you’d only met one - But you, of course, knew about Mandalore and all that the Empire did to basically annihilate the populace and make the place unlivable. Another atrocity the Empire had committed. The remaining Mandalorians were small in numbers and scattered across the galaxy - planetless. You frowned at the thought that this man basically didn’t have a homeworld. Probably spent his time traveling the galaxy if he had a ship - doing jobs - never staying in one place too long. Just like how you were before settling on this backwater skughole.

You made it to the hangar, your eyes taking in the ship parked inside.

“A Razor Crest?” You asked as you kept walking, your head turning towards him. “What kind of work do you do that you need pre-Empire ST-70 assault ship?”

“I’m a bounty hunter,” he said matter-of-factly.

You knew it, but you liked hearing him say it.

“Must be a pretty damn good one with that kind of ship and firepower.”

He chuckled, and it made you grin.

He took you up through the back ramp of the ship. You noticed crates of various sizes in the middle of the hull, and there was a little bunk and a vac tube against the front wall. Also, a cabinet attached to a wall near the bunk.

He led you to the maintenance panel, opening it and making space for you to look inside.

You stuck your head in, grabbing the flashlight off of the front pocket of your overalls, clicking it on, and beginning to look at everything.

You felt him as he crowded into your space, taking up a place at your back. His presence so big, towering over you, and you shuddered, your cunt clenching involuntarily at his nearness.

You focused on what was in front of you, even though arousal was coursing through your veins and making it difficult to concentrate.

“I heard you’re very good at what you do,” he said, his deep voice sending jolts to your pussy. “I bet you’re really good with your hands,” he purred.

Your attention caught on something inside of the panel, ignoring the man behind you as your free hand started moving, touching wires and lines, checking things out until you were sure about what you were seeing.

You pulled your head out, clicking off the flashlight. He was still so close to you, you had to turn your torso to look up at his helmet.

“Have you been hearing a clanking noise? Like right before you go into hyperspace?”

He was quiet for a second like your questions were unexpected, and now he suddenly had to think. “Uh, Sometimes? I thought it was the suppression system kicking in.”

You shook your head.

“No, the line to the motivator needs to be tightened. There’s a loose bolt at the in-line.” You leaned over to your toolbox, pulling open a drawer and grabbing the tool you needed. “When you’re in flight, it’s hitting against the compressor. I’ve seen it before in pre-Empire ships.” You stuck your head back into the panel, turning the flashlight on again as you got to work. “The bolts they used are a lower quality durasteel to cut costs on manufacturing, and really I’m surprised it hasn’t fallen off completely after all of this time.”

You got what you needed off, moved back to get into your toolbox, grabbing what you’d need. The ship was silent as you worked, going through all of the motions with practiced ease. The Mandalorian moved to give you space. You saw some other things that you tightened up, then did another look around, double-checking you hadn’t missed anything and ran a quick diagnostic with your scanner, triple-checking it was all good. The device indicated everything was fine, and you nodded to yourself, happy with your work.

You were covered in grease and fluid when you finished putting everything away, then you were turning towards the man, wiping your hands on the front of your overalls.

“It all looks good. I changed out the bolt with a titanium one - more durable and tightened the line. There was some fluid leaking, so I also made sure to tighten up all of the neighboring lines. I didn’t see any other issues, but I’d say make sure that you’re having regular maintenance done a minimum of once a month. Honestly, this will fix that clanking, and you should see a major difference when you’re fly—What are you doing?”

He had hit a button on his vambrace, and the ramp was closing.

“I’m going to properly thank you for fixing my ship,” he said, and his voice was so low, so full of something that was much more than gratitude, that it made your body tingle.

“Oh. Thank me, how…?” You asked, almost breathless. You could feel his eyes on you - feel his hot gaze through the helmet.

“Well.” He moved closer to you - invading your space - your head tilting up to look at him. “I thought I could make you come until your legs shake.”

Your eyes got big, feeling your cheeks burn. “I’m covered in grease,” you replied, showing him your hands.

His gloved hand came up to your face, cupping your jaw as his thumb traced your bottom lip and you’re so turned on by his proximity - by feeling the leather on your mouth and being able to smell the blaster residue on it.

“You won’t be wearing any clothes, and I don’t care about a little grease,” he replied, voice dripping in sex.

Your mouth fell open, and you felt want pooling in your belly. You knew you were wet, could feel the slick leaking from you.

“Can I thank you?” He continued. “Can I show you how much I appreciate the work you do?”

You couldn’t speak, stuck in place, your eyes wide as you stared at the T-visor of his helmet.

Your mind was whirling that this man was turned on by you fixing his ship and that he didn’t care you were dirty - you thought he might even like that you were covered in grease. You had expected maybe a quick fuck - the maintenance was all a ruse for him to get you back here, make advances that you’d accept, and then he’d quickly have his way with you. Quick and simple. But now you knew you were in for something different. This man was going to show you his gratitude and take his time. The prospect had your pussy suddenly feeling achingly empty and your nipples stiffening.

“Can I?” He asked, stealing you from your thoughts.

You nod because you want whatever this Mandalorian is going to give to you. His confidence and demeanor tell you that whatever it is, it will be good.

His hands moved, quickly unclasping your overalls.

“Take off your boots,” he said, and you have the presence of mind to do as he says, toeing them off as his hands pushed your overalls down your body. He quickly helped you out of all of your clothes until you were completely naked. His hands were on you moving you, backing you up where he wanted until your legs were hitting a crate. He lifted you to sit on the edge of it, his big palms pushing your thighs wide open, and you see his helmet tilted down, know his eyes are staring at your dripping pussy, and it makes you clench, a soft moan escaping your lips because you can only imagine the look the man must have on his face.

His hands leave your thighs suddenly, and you watch as they go to his helmet, your heart picking up in speed, and then he’s lifting it off of his head, and his handsome face is revealed to you.

“Din,” you couldn’t help the tiny bit of whininess in your tone. “I thought you were pretending to be a very satisfied customer about to show his thanks by fucking my brains out. With all of the armor on.”

Din’s eyes were full of want as they looked at you.

“I am a very satisfied customer. I’ll fuck you in the armor later, mesh’la. Right now, I need to feel you come on my face.”

He doesn’t wait for your response. He moved, setting his helmet down on another crate along with his gloves, before situating himself on his knees between your thighs. He put your legs up over his shoulders, causing you to feel the rough fabric of his cape against your skin.

You watch his face between your thighs as he looks at your cunt hungrily, then his eyes are meeting yours, his gaze burning into you, making your pussy clench.

“I’m going to make you come on my mouth until you beg me to stop,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. You could see in his eyes that he meant it, and it caused a soft moan to escape your lips. “Make as much noise as you want, mesh’la.”

And you watch as he lets a wad of spit drip from his mouth and onto your wet cunt. Your head fell back as you moaned, feeling as his mouth descended on your pussy, swiping his tongue through your slit. It feels incredible, his wet tongue licking, Din groaning at the taste of you. His hand moves to your cunt - your wetness and his spit making it easy for him to spear two thick fingers into you, causing you to gasp. His mouth is on your clit, sucking on the nub as his fingers pump into you, building you up. Moans are falling from your mouth, enjoying the feeling of what he’s doing to you. He crooked his fingers, searching for a second, and you cried out “Din!“ when he touched that spot that has your vision whiting out. Your hands are pawing for something to hang onto, and they end up on his pauldrons, hanging onto the metal for dear life.

It’s so much - his mouth, his fingers - he has you coming so quickly you’re surprised when the orgasm hits, his name tumbling from your lips again. He doesn’t let up. He continues going, continues doing the same things, working you through it until another wave of bliss is crashing over you.

“One more,” he murmured against your core, and you’re not sure you can, still riding out your last high. He keeps going, and you can tell that he’s loving what he’s doing to you from his sounds alone - the wet sounds and groans. He gets you to come one more time with a gasp of his name. You feel like you’re floating, so out of it from all of the pleasure flowing through your body. His fingers stopped their movements as his tongue lightly licked at you, giving you a minute to come down from your high, keeping it from all being too much.

You can finally think a coherent thought after a minute.

“Maker, I love your tongue,” you said.

He chuckled, and instead of responding, he sucked on your clit, as his fingers started moving again.

“Din!” You gasped as he really started going. You could hear his fingers moving in you. The squelching sounds absolutely obscene between your legs.

This time he didn’t give you a break. This time he made you come over and over until you were trying to close your legs against his head, and then he was using his big hands to hold your thighs open as he kept going.

You were a whimpering mess by the time you finally begged him to stop, your hands pushing his head off of your sensitive cunt. He pulled back immediately, his hands rubbing against your thighs as he turned his head, kissing your leg.

You’re not entirely sure if you’re even in your body. You feel like you're high above in the clouds floating, your body feeling so absolutely boneless. Everything is tingling. Your head is empty. You know Din was talking to you, but you couldn’t comprehend anything just yet, so lost in yourself.

It could have been seconds or minutes before you finally registered the words he was speaking as his lips kissed along your thigh.

“…So good for me. My good girl. Beautiful. Mesh’la. You did so well.”

You open your eyes to look at him, and your gazes meet.

“Are you okay?” He asked. There’s concern in his eyes, and it makes your heart swell that he’s worried about you.

The bottom half of his face is wet with your slick, shining in the lights.

You nod. “Yeah,” you answer, voice a little hoarse.

“Do you want my cock, or was this enough?” He asked.

The thought of him inside you has a jolt licking up your spine, making your pussy clench. You love the feel of him - how he stretches you and fills you. You almost can’t believe it when you feel the familiar sensation of want starting to pool in your abdomen, having a sudden need to be filled.

But that was just how it was with Din. He made you insatiable, constantly needing him - his cock, his fingers, his mouth, him - you wanted him all the time. You were addicted to his touch and he to yours.

So it’s no surprise when you nod your head, and a “Yes, please,” is coming out of your mouth.

He got up from between your legs, leaning down to grab hold of your hands and help pull you up. Your flush against his front for a second, standing on shaky legs, feeling his cool beskar on your heated skin.

His hand tilted your chin up, and he moved his head to kiss you. It’s soft, tender, his mouth moving gently against yours, and you could feel it in the kiss how he was going to take care of you. How he was going to give you what you wanted.

“Are you ready for me?” He asked as he looked into your eyes, searching for any kind of hesitation.

You were more than ready.

“Please, fuck me,” you replied.

Din’s lips quirked.

“How do you want it?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Hard,” you replied.

One second you were against his front, and the next, you were turned around, your body being bent over the crate.

Din was behind you, and you heard the rustling of clothes before the thick tip of his hard cock was being notched at your entrance. He had one hand guiding himself while the other was on your ass, kneading the flesh with his big palm.

He began pushing in, and you moaned as he started filling you, stretching you open. You were so wet there wasn’t any resistance - he’d done an excellent job of preparing you. But he was still so thick, so big, that your pussy practically choked him as he sheathed himself inside.

You felt so full as he bottomed out. It was something you’d never tire of feeling - reveling in the way that you were able to take all that he had to give. His cock was rubbing against places no other could. It felt so fucking good, feeling slick spill from you.

He gave you only a few seconds to adjust before he was pulling almost all the way out and slamming back into you, making your body jolt. He set up a hard, steady pace, hammering into you over and over again. His thigh guards were hitting into your legs, the sound of slapping skin and the wet suck of your pussy reverberating throughout the hull mixed with your gasping moans and Din’s grunts. You hoped nobody came into the hangar because you were sure they’d be able to hear the sounds of you fucking.

“You feel so good, mesh’la,” Din grunted. “Taking my cock so well.”

You moaned, your walls clenching around him at the praise.

He was working you closer and closer to your peak, feeling it building inside you, your slick dripping down your thighs.

“This pussy was made for me,” Din grunted.

And the thought had you moaning loudly, your cunt getting wetter.

“Perfect pussy. So beautiful.”

You were right on the edge of coming, feeling it within reach.

Smack!

The sharp sting of his hand hitting your ass was your undoing - sending you over the delicious edge with a shout of his name as you gushed around his cock, your pussy clamping down on him so hard his hips stuttered. You were shocked by how good it felt - with how much you liked it.

His hips had slowed.

You looked over your shoulder, seeing his eyes were slightly wide with a hint of worry that maybe he’d gone too far. And that was silly to you, with how he’d just made you come.

“Do it again,” you gasped.

His hips were still moving slowly as you saw his face change - his eyes darken, a hungry look on his features as his fingers dug into your hips, making your pussy throb.

“Say please,” he replied.

Your lips parted, as your eyes slightly widened, and you knew he could feel as your walls tightened.

“Please,” you answered.

“Good girl.”

He started moving hard again, your head falling forward as he went fast and hard, filling you, again and again, hitting so deep inside you couldn’t believe how far he went.

His hand landed on your ass with a sharp smack, and it sent a jolt to your cunt, making you moan loudly. He kept going, pistoning into you, another smack to the other cheek, your mouth was open, gasps coming out of your throat as he railed into you, rocketing you towards another orgasm.

His arms moved, and he pulled you up against his chest, feeling the cool beskar of his chest plate against your naked skin. He had one hand on your breast, rolling a stiff nipple between his fingers, while his other went between your legs, rubbing circles against your clit the way he knew you liked it.

It was so much to take. The way his cock was relentlessly pounding into you, his fingers rolling the sensitive bud, your clit being rubbed just right.

“Come for me, mesh’la. Soak my cock,” Din said, his lips against your ear.

And that’s it. Everything comes together, and you’re coming so hard you feel it wrung from you - waves of pleasure were radiating throughout your body, your cunt seized up, a wave of slick soaking Din’s cock as a scream of his name was ripped from your throat.

You feel your legs give out, but Din’s strong arms keep you against him as he ground his hips into you, chasing his own high.

He groaned in your ear as he came, grinding so deeply, painting your insides with his come.

You’re still coming down from your high as Din kept you against him, his lips against your ear, saying soft words and praise.

You feel so happy and content being in his arms, listening to him talk softly.

It’s soothing.

It’s lovely.

It takes a bit for you to be able to stand on your own, but when you can, you're turning in his arms and leaning up on your toes to kiss him.

Din groaned as your lips met his, and you could taste yourself on him.

“Thank you,” you said against his mouth.

“You need to know you’re appreciated,” he replied.

“Oh, I feel very appreciated. This was the best idea you’ve ever had. I need to come home stressed from work more often, so you’ll surprise me with sex on lunch.”

He smiled.

“There’s no need for stress. I’m happy to stop by on your lunch. I’m sure I can find more things for you to look at on the ship.”

You leaned back to look at him.

“I might end up finding more stuff to fix.”

“Then I’ll be a very appreciative customer,” he replied, voice going low, and it made you shiver.

“And I’ll be very willing.” You leaned up to give him a quick kiss. “Who’s watching Dina?” You asked.

“Mrs. Lera,” she was your older twi’lek neighbor who used to babysit before Din came back. “It’s almost nap time. I should start heading back so I can tuck her in.”

He had a soft look on his face that made you feel like you’d melt. He was turning out to be a very good father to your daughter, and it brought you immense joy that she had him in her life.

“Tell her I love her.”

He smiled, nodding.

“I will. There’s a sandwich on your work table back in your hangar.”

“Sex and lunch?” You asked with a grin. “You spoil me.”

Din chuckled.

He helped you get cleaned up, bringing you a clean cloth, and assisted in getting you dressed. He kissed you once more before putting his helmet back on and walked you back to your hangar.

You went back to work much more relaxed, getting the pesky fuel line off with ease.

Din was happy he’d spotted her sitting at the bar and that she was interested enough to come back with him.

They were lying on the bed in the room at the inn. She was half on top of him, both laughing at something she’d said.

Din couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed like this. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this relaxed. The sex had helped, but there was something about her that was calming. It was… nice.

It was a lull in their night, and they were making easy conversation, which was a surprise to Din. He hadn’t talked this much in so long, but she had a way of pulling the words from his lips, and he found himself smiling under his helmet as she talked and laughed. There was a knot in his stomach over the thought that the night would come to an end in a few hours, and he’d have to say goodbye. Unfortunately, he only had the one night he could waste; he had to be on a departing flight in the late morning. He’d gotten the information he’d needed, spending a week tracking down a lead to where the covert might be - practically chased the person across three sectors. He had what he needed, and the flight was booked. He couldn’t stay any longer.

His eyes traced her face, trying to memorize every detail of the woman that was giving him an evening of much-needed respite. Who had helped him relax so much none of his worries were bothering him - for once in a very long time, he just felt peace.

The laughter was dying down, her eyes on his, and he watched her face shift - going from happy laughter to him now seeing a look of pure want, her eyes darkening, her lips lightly parting - he was positive if he turned on the heat sensors in his helmet he’d be able to see her arousal bright red on the display. He felt blood rush to his cock, already half-hard at the thought that she wanted him again, even after he’d made her come so many times, and she still wanted more.

She wanted him.

This was a first - spending the night. Usually, it was a quick fuck and a thank you, have a nice night. But she was… different. There was something about her that made him want more time.

“Din?” She asked, looking up at him through her lashes as she bit her lip, and that look had him going fully hard.

“Yes, mesh’la?”

That was also a first - calling her beautiful in Mando’a. The word in Basic just wasn’t enough to describe her beauty in his mind.

She ran a finger down his chest plate.

“Can I suck your dick?”

His cock twitched at the thought. He imagined her lips around him and gulped. He was hard as a rock now.

“Yes,” he answered with a nod, the word coming out throaty and deep.

She gave him a beaming smile before leaning up to kiss the side of his helmet, and Din had to keep himself from gasping at the sweet gesture. His mind suddenly thought about what it would feel like to kiss her lips.

That was another first - wanting to kiss someone.

What is she doing to me?

He watched as she moved down his body, Din moving to prop himself on the pillows so he could watch her. It was a bit… awkward being in all of his armor, but he never took it off during sex. Never. He never took it off for anyone.

What would her body feel like against mine naked?

He couldn’t dwell on the question because her hand was wrapping around him, and the sight of her not being able to wrap her fingers entirely around him made him groan.

Her eyes were on his, lust-blown and clearly turned on - he watched in rapture as she licked from base to tip, feeling her wet, warm tongue glide against his cock, making him groan again.

When she took him down her throat, he couldn’t help thinking:

I don’t want this night to end. I don’t want this to end.

You had honestly been shocked at how easily Din had fit himself into your lives. You’d asked him how long he’d planned on staying, and he’d said however long you’d let him, and that had sent a thrill through you - made your heart swell that you and Dina would get more time with him.

When you inquired if he was needed for any bounty hunting jobs anytime soon, he’d responded that he had enough credits to last him a while and that for now, he just wanted to spend as much time with Dina as possible.

On that first day, he’d left for a couple of hours after your reunion. He had needed to stop at the medical center to get a contraceptive implant, so there weren’t any more happy accidents, and he’d gone to where his ship was parked to grab his stuff. He’d shown back up with a duffel bag containing all of his clothes - which wasn’t much - and some toiletries. After he’d spent more time with Dina, and she’d been put down for the night, he’d taken you to your room and spent the rest of the evening between your legs.

The three of you fell into a routine almost right away. You both had decided that Din could look after Dina while you worked. The baby had taken to him quickly - absolutely obsessed with the shiny man that doted on her. He’d jumped at the opportunity to help out however he could, with whatever you needed, and it made your chest get tight over how much he seemed to care. Din spent the second day asking you about Dina’s daily habits and what to feed your daughter, wondering if she had any allergies. You’d shown him how to make bottles and the baby food she enjoyed, she didn’t have any allergies, but there were things she refused to eat. You explained her napping and sleep schedule. Given him a crash course in bathtime. He had zero fear of changing diapers. Seeing him take the initiative and watching him interact with Dina made you comfortable letting him watch over her, and you’d introduced him to the neighbor in case of any issues.

Mrs. Lera had side-eyed Din when they’d met - him in all of his armor, awkwardly introducing himself. From the look the older woman gave you, you could see that she was dying to know what the situation was with the two of you. She’d been watching Dina since she was practically born, the older woman taking you under her wing and teaching you how to take care of a baby. She’d never asked about the father, but after seeing Din, she had given you a knowing smile, a look that said you’d talk later.

There was a hiccup on the first day of Din watching Dina by himself when he had to take the crying baby over to Mrs. Lera’s place to get help with calming her down. As he told the story, no matter what he did, she wouldn’t stop crying, but Mrs. Lera took one look at the baby, told Din it was nap time, and asked where the child’s favorite spanner was.

“Her what?” He asked, confused.

“Her shiny silver spanner. The child is obsessed with it - needs it to sleep. I’d check her crib.”

Sure enough, he’d found the tool where the older woman said to look, and when Dina saw it, she did grabby hands and calmed down immediately.

“She was crying… over a tool?” He was still confused.

“She’s an odd one, but cute! She’ll go right to sleep now.”

And after learning the valuable information, Din hadn’t needed Mrs. Lera’s help since.

He’d been with the two of you for a little over three weeks now, and it was almost like he’d always been there.

He didn’t wear the armor at all times in the apartment, just when he was out in public.

He seemed happy. Content. Every time you called him “Dada” to Dina, he got this little smile on his face, and his eyes softened. You could see the happiness radiating off of him - how glad he was to be here with the two of you.

It was also really, really nice to be getting laid on the regular. You’d never been more relaxed or sexually satisfied in your entire life.

All in all, life was good.

A week in, you’d asked what he wanted. You’d been laying naked in bed with his head on your chest, running your fingers through his hair, a thing you quickly learned he loved. It was soft, sweet, and so intimate.

“Din?” You asked softly.

“Yeah?” He replied just as soft.

“What do you want?”

He leaned up so your eyes could meet, his eyebrows pinched in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Like, do you want to be with me, or are we just co-parenting, and sex is just a perk?” Your heart was beating quickly in your chest. You were fine with either scenario, but you hoped he wanted to be with you, that maybe he’d want more. You were absolutely smitten with him.

“I want to be with you… As your partner and help to raise our daughter. Do you want to be with me?” He asked, and he looked a little worried.

You smiled. “Yes. I absolutely want to be with you and raise our daughter together. I really like you, Din.”

He smiled. “I like you, too, mesh’la (beautiful)” He leaned forward, kissing you on the lips. “A lot.”

After Din had visited on your lunch break, the rest of your day flew by, and before you knew it, you were walking into your shared apartment, calling out a “Hello!” as you entered, an answering “Welcome home!” came from the tiny dining room that was really just an extension of the kitchen. Dina was in her high chair, Din sitting at the table next to her as he brought a spoon up to her mouth. You put down your stuff and kicked off your boots before making your way to them. Seeing Din without all of his armor always caught you off guard for a second. He was just in some casual clothes; a black long-sleeve shirt and some grey pants. He smiled at you as you entered the room, and it made your heart pick up. Dina spotted you and started excitedly babbling, “Mama!” You grinned as you leaned down to give her a kiss on the head.

“Hello, my little sun. Did you have a good day with dada? Is dada feeding you?”

She replied with more happy sounds, flailing her hands about. Din had that soft expression on his face like he did every time you called him ‘Dada.’

“I think she’s getting more food on her than in her mouth,” Din replied with a sigh.

Dina’s face, hands, and bib were covered in the purple baby food.

You laughed. “That’s usually how it goes.”

“Yeah, it is,” he replied with a smile. “Dinner’s on the counter. Stopped by the cantina and got your favorite.”

That was another thing that caught you off guard - how considerate he was. You’d come home from work, and he’d have dinner figured out, either picking something up in town or making something simple. He’d admitted he didn’t have much experience cooking, but he tried, and it was really sweet. You moved over to him, and he lifted his head so you could kiss him. It was just so domestic, and you loved it.

“Continuing to spoil me,” you said against his lips. “You shouldn’t have.”

You felt him smile. “Go clean up, and I’ll get the food out.”

You gave him one last peck, nodding. “Okay.”

Your heart felt so incredibly happy as you made your way to the refresher, stripping off your clothes and taking a quick shower. You returned a little later to the food on the table waiting for you. You took a seat across from him, Dina’s high chair at the end of the table next to the two of you. Din had given Dina the spoon to attempt to feed herself while the two of you ate.

“How was your day?” Din asked, with a raised eyebrow, after you both had dug in.

“Got the farming hovercraft repaired and running, fixed some things on a Razor Crest, was seduced by a customer, and then I let him do whatever he wanted to me. I’d say it was a good day,” you replied with a smile.

“Do you regularly let customers seduce you?”

“Only the handsome, armor-wearing ones,” you answered with a wink.

Din chuckled.

“The best mechanic on the planet fixed my ship today. Would you want to go for a test flight tomorrow?”

He knew it was your day off. You thought it over for a second. You hadn’t left the planet since you’d arrived, and a day trip could be fun. Your only worry was Dina - she’d never gone flying before.

“Dina’s never flown,” you said with a little frown.

Din nodded. “We can take her to the ship and see how she likes it.”

“Okay. It’s a plan. Where would we go?” You asked.

“We could go a few sectors over and come back. Just a day trip. Nowhere specific,” he said with a shrug.

“A family outing in space,” you said. “I’ll pack us some food and all of Dina’s supplies. I can’t wait!”

Din grinned.

Din was always up before you. It was something you’d learned after he’d arrived, and now it was a common occurrence to find him and Dina already sitting at the dining table when you woke. This morning, that’s where you found them. Din feeding her, while a steaming cup of caf and a plate with eggs was waiting for you like he knew exactly when you’d be getting up.

There were good mornings exchanged and some casual conversation while the three of you ate breakfast, Dina babbling happily. You all got ready, Din in all of his armor, you in some simple leggings and a long-sleeved shirt, and Dina in some comfy clothes that would keep her warm while in the coldness of space. You’d packed up a bag with food and everything you’d need for the baby, and the three of you left, Dina demanding her dad carry her.

You thought the three of you must have always looked like a sight to the people in town. Dina preferred Din hold her. She’d lean her head against his shoulder, her little hand always making its way to his neck, her fingers rubbing against the skin she could find. You knew Din loved it. You knew that it made him absolutely melt how much Dina liked to spend time with him and how fascinated she was with his armor. There was a day you’d found the two of them sitting on the living room floor, Dina doing her best to try and pick up Din’s helmet, and he helped her put it on, the thing massively big on her tiny head, but Din helped hold it up, and he had the biggest smile on his face - his dimple showing, his eyes crinkling. It was so sweet a moment that you quickly ran to find the cam to snap a picture.

As you made it into the hangar, you realized that Dina would have zero problems flying the moment she saw the ship. She pointed at it, making excited noises, wanting to get closer to the giant shiny object, and you knew Din had to be smiling under his helmet as he hit his vambrace to lower the ramp.

He first gave her a tour of the outside, you following as he spoke softly, telling Dina facts about the ship, as you followed beside them.

“...It took quite a while to find this one,” he said as you made your way around the front. “I had a Nabooian N-1 Starfighter for a little while.”

“I’m sorry, an N-1 Starfighter?” You asked, looking up at him. “Do you have an affinity for pre-Empire ships, or are you just a classics guy?”

Din chuckled, his helmet turning to look at you. “With the work I do, their older systems help me go under the radar… usually.”

“I can’t imagine any regular N-1 would work for the type of work you do. What modifications were done to it?”

“We replaced the vapor manifold with a turbonic venturi assimilator, added an induction intake charger and a cryogenic density combustion booster.”

Your eyes widened. That was some serious boost for a small ship. “It had to be ridiculously fast,” you replied.

Din nodded. “It was. But I needed a bigger ship for my work, and I liked my first Razor Crest.”

“Your first?” You asked a little bit of shock in your voice.

“Yeah… It was destroyed.” He sounded sad as he said it.

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’ve got this one now.” He put out his free hand to touch the side of the ship. “And my beautiful partner is the best mechanic on Dantooine,” you felt your cheeks heat at the compliment. You sometimes couldn’t believe how highly he thought of you. “And I know she’ll help me keep it in good shape.”

You gave him a big beaming smile, nodding your head. “I absolutely will.”

The three of you made it back to the ramp, walking up it. Your mind couldn’t help going back to the last time you’d been there the day before. Your eyes zeroed in on the crates, and you felt yourself get hot, gulping suddenly as the things that happened played through your mind. Being naked, his mouth, his fingers, his cock, the way he’d made you come over and over until you begged him to stop. Your heart picked up in speed, and you could feel yourself getting wet from the memories.

The hold this man had over you.

“Something on your mind?” Din asked, taking you out of your thoughts.

You felt your cheeks burn, seeing that he was looking at you, head slightly tilted. “Nope. Nothing. Not thinking about that crate at all,” you replied with a shake of your head.

Din chuckled.

“Sure you aren’t.” You could hear the little bit of smugness in his voice that the man knew the effect he had on you, and it made your body feel tingly.

You followed him up to the cockpit, Din taking his seat in the pilot’s chair, Dina in his arms.

“Do you want me to take her?” You asked before you sat down.

His head tilted up towards you, and he shook his head. “No. I want her to have a front-row seat.”

You smiled at the cute comment. “Okay. Just say the word, and I’ll take her.”

Din nodded, and you took your seat in the co-pilot's seat behind him and on the right.

He moved around with Dina in his arms like it was something he’d done before. He had practiced movements, hitting the ship's controls one-handed and checking readings. You had to wonder if he’d flown like this with his little son. With how easily he was doing things, you thought it was probably yes, and it made you smile, thinking about Din piloting while holding his kid, showing them the stars.

Din had told you a little bit about his oldest. You could tell that talking about Grogu made the man a bit sad, but he’d occasionally bring up little things, and you’d overheard him telling stories to Dina, one, in particular, had your eyebrows rising to your hairline when he’d said the child had eaten a whole live frog in a few gulps. You obviously wanted to make sure that he knew what were acceptable things for a baby to eat, so when you were alone, you’d asked him to tell you some more about his kid. You learned that Grogu was over fifty but still a toddler and an alien species that Din had never seen before, which explained the frog-eating. Din told you Grogu was gifted with abilities he didn’t quite understand and that people with the same powers had taken him in to train him. You were confused about all of that, a child with powers? You couldn’t help thinking about the myth of beings called Jedi, who were wizards. But Jedi weren’t real… Right? Except when you asked Din if his son was a Jedi, he’d confirmed it, and you’d been shocked for a minute. It still didn’t make sense as to why he had to give his son to practical strangers, but like the first time he’d brought up Grogu, he told you that it had been his mission - his task was to return the child to his own kind. You knew it hurt him to have done it and that he missed his son dearly. There was so much love and fondness in his voice when he told Dina about her older brother and the things the two of them had gotten up to. You hoped he’d get to visit with him soon. You knew it would make him happy.

Din had Dina situated in his arms as he softly spoke to her, ensuring she didn’t get scared when the engines came to life. The baby was chattering happily, her arms waving in excitement as he finally started flying out of the hangar. You were impressed with how he flew - so smooth and precise, and doing it all while holding a baby. Dina started cooing as she watched out of the viewport, seeing the changing scenery until you all were in space, stars shining brightly as far as the eye could see. You could see in the reflection of the transpairsteel Dina’s eyes were wide with wonder as she took in the view, and it made your heart swell seeing how much your baby was enjoying herself. You’d have to take her flying again. Maybe the three of you could take a trip somewhere.

Din’s eyes were on her. “I know, ad’ika (little daughter),” Din said softly. “One of my favorite sights. It gets better,” he promised. He moved his hands, hitting controls, and next thing you knew, the ship was entering hyperspace, the streaks of bright stars flying past the viewport.

Dina’s eyes got wide.

She turned to look up at Din, babbling excitedly, “Dada!” Over and over again. Your breath caught in your throat, eyes widening. She was pointing a hand towards the viewport like she wanted her dad to see the pretty streaks, and you’re taken aback for a moment. A smile is spreading across your lips, tears beginning to brim your eyes that your daughter had just called her father ‘dad’ for the first time, and Din’s so quiet, his t-visor locked on the child. It took him a moment to reply.

“Yes, ad’ika,” you could hear he was choked up, his voice rough and full of emotion. “The stars flying past us are beautiful.”

Dina babbled back at him, and he started whispering to her. You caught some words in Basic, and others that you assumed were Mando’a, the two of them talking about the stars, and you were doing your best not to cry. This was such a big moment, and you felt so happy for Din. You couldn’t even imagine what he was feeling. You just sat there, content to watch the father and daughter bonding over this. You had loved watching their relationship develop over the past few weeks - how much Din loved her after so little time. How devoted he was to her, and she already had him wrapped around her little fingers. You knew the man would do anything to make her happy and give her whatever she wanted. The first time the three of you had gone to the market, you’d had to stop him from buying everything Dina had shown an interest in. He was adorable as you reminded him that even though the baby was making grabby hands at the stuffed loth-cat, the two of you knew it would be forgotten the moment her eyes fell on her spanner. He was learning, and you knew he was committed. You knew he wanted to be in her life, watch her grow and not miss a single moment. It filled you with so much joy watching them, seeing them together, seeing how much they already loved each other. Deep down, if you really thought about it and took in all the feelings you felt for the man, you knew you loved him too.

Which scared you a little.

He’d been back in your lives for only a short time, but you thought you might be head-over-heels. Which, honestly, did make sense. He was a fantastic partner who was so thoughtful, attentive, caring, and consistent, not to mention the way he fucked. You were positive he got off on your pleasure, and you couldn’t complain. You were being cared for and fucked to an inch of your life, and your daughter had a father that loved her immensely. You’d never been happier.

After a while, Dina cuddled up into his arms, her hand worming its way to his neck with her eyes firmly locked on the stars. Din kept his gaze on her, seeing her experience this for the first time. It was quiet in the cockpit. The only sounds were the engines working and the three of you breathing. When Dina yawned, you grabbed her bottle from the bag you brought, getting up to give it to her. Din’s head snapped up towards you like he’d forgotten you were even in the room, and that made you smile, that he’d been so focused on Dina he’d forgotten about everything else, like nothing else mattered except watching his daughter see space for the first time. Dina happily took the bottle, the stars, and milk lulling her to sleep.

You could tell that this was one of the times that Din didn’t want to stop holding her. He did that on occasion, where she’d fall asleep in his arms, and he’d just watch her with a smile on his face and a look of awe. You didn’t know what was going through his head, but you imagined he was probably thinking the same things you did when she was in your arms - that you couldn’t believe you’d made this little person, how much you loved her, what she’d be like when she was older, if she’d ever be able to sleep without the spanner. But you also thought there was a possibility he was thinking about how he wouldn’t miss another single second of her life, how he thought her and Grogu would get along, how they’d interact together, how much Grogu would like being an older brother (You’d overheard Din saying this). You knew Din was thinking about both of his kids as he looked at Dina. You knew he was feeling so much love for both of them and heartbreak that Grogu wasn’t here with you. One day the three of you would visit his son. You were sure of it.

You couldn’t see Din’s face under the helmet, but you knew the expression on it. You sat in your chair and watched him, watching her, and you smiled, allowing your feelings to flow through you, basking in all of the happiness.

When Din decided Dina should be more comfortable while she slept, you followed him down to the hull, watching as he laid her down in the bunk. There was a rail on the side to ensure she didn’t roll off. He carefully placed a blanket over her and rubbed his big gloved hand over her head as he whispered, “Sweet dreams.”

When he moved back, you moved into the space, leaning down to give her a quick kiss on the head. You followed him back up to the cockpit in silence, Din taking up his seat in the pilot’s chair, and you couldn’t help yourself. You crawled into his lap, your legs off of the edge of the seat as you turned your body to face him. His head was tilted down to look at you, and you knew you were looking at each other.

“Can I take off your helmet?” You asked. You always asked permission, wanting to be respectful.

He nodded his head, and your hands went up to the sides; Din’s hands followed, his big ones on top of yours as he moved with you, taking the helm from his head, Din leaning to set it down on the ground.

He was smiling at you, and it took your breath away. You cupped his face and pulled him forward into a kiss, something soft and sweet, pulling back to look him in the eyes, getting lost for a second in his gaze.

“How are you feeling?” You asked.

His smile got so big that his dimple made an appearance. “She called me dad,” he said.

You nodded, smiling back. “She did. Because that’s what you are. You’re her dad, and she loves you.”

You saw his eyes starting to mist up, and you didn’t want him to cry, so you crushed your mouth to his. You kissed him hard, quickly deepening it, making Din groan into your mouth. His hands were on your back, trying to pull you closer to him as your tongues moved together, both of you getting lost in the sensations of one another. You’d never get enough of his mouth. He’d been a quick learner, figuring out all of the things you liked, and you’d experimented to see what he liked. Like right now when you nipped at his plush bottom lip, and he groaned, his fingers digging into you. You could feel his cock hardening under your ass, and you were wet, already so turned on by him.

That was a constant state you were in these days.

Wet and ready.

The way he was always getting you naked the first chance he got. Once Dina was asleep, it was go time. It happened so often that now the moment Dina’s bedroom door closed, you felt arousal in your belly and slick in your panties, excitement coursing through you at having some alone time with him.

You ground your ass into him, and Din groaned against your mouth.

You parted to catch your breaths.

“The clanking’s gone,” Din said, his voice a bit hoarse. He started kissing along your jaw.

“Of course, it is,” you answered breathlessly, eyes closed as you enjoyed his mouth licking and sucking at skin.

He started talking, punctuating the words with kisses along your jaw and down your neck. “So… Talented… The…. Best… Mechanic… I… love… your… brain….”

Your eyes had widened for a second as he spoke, feeling your heart beat a little faster, thinking he was going to say something different. You grabbed his head with both of your hands, moving him to look you in the eyes. His pupils are blown wide, and he’s hard underneath you. Your eyes move down to his lips, seeing them red and shiny with your combined spit, slightly parted as he waited for you to speak.

“I love your brain, too,” you said. You leaned forward to lightly kiss him before pulling back. “And I have to put down another finger.”

Din’s lips turned up. “What have you learned?” He rasped. You hadn’t done this since he’d taken off his helmet, and you told him he was hot.

“You’re an excellent pilot, and I find it very, very sexy.” You kissed along his jaw until your lips were flush against his ear. “And I’d really, really, like to fuck you right here.” You whispered into his ear. You felt him shiver. “I want to ride your cock and feel you come so deep that I drip with you for days.” You ended the sentence with a nip to his earlobe, and Din groaned.

He pulled you back so he could look at you.

“You want me to fuck you?” He asked, his voice so low it made your cunt throb. “You want my cock?”

You bit your lip, nodding your head.

“What do you say?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Please,” you answered breathlessly.

Din pulled you forward to crash his lips against yours, and you moaned as he immediately licked into your mouth. It’s hungry and almost desperate as he pulled moans from your mouth before his hands were going to the hem of your shirt. You separated as he tugged it over your head, quickly getting your bra off, both getting tossed away onto the floor. He grabbed you by the hips and moved you out of his lap and up, making you stand, his hands quickly pulling your leggings and underwear down, you kicking off your boots and socks until you were completely naked.

He went to work on his pants, getting them open with practiced ease, pushing them down to free his throbbing cock that was red at the tip and already leaking precum. Your eyes dilated as you took it in, your mouth beginning to water. You couldn’t stare at it long because Din was grabbing your hips and moving you to get up into his lap, straddling his thighs.

You watched as he brought a hand to his mouth, spitting onto his gloved fingers before rubbing them against his cock, slickening it up. You moaned at the sight, your pussy clenching painfully around nothing. You wanted him inside of you. Wanted to feel that stretch that had become so familiar. Your body was buzzing with anticipation, and finally, finally, his large hands were gripping your hips, pulling you forward, your hand moving down to notch him at your entrance, and you started sinking down slowly, moaning as filled you, the stretch fantastic.

You didn’t understand how each time was better than the last. You didn’t understand how he could feel even bigger. It made no sense, but you fucking loved it.

You felt every ridge of his cock as he bottomed, and you took a second to savor the way he felt inside of you. The fullness, the stretch, the euphoria coursing through your body of having him in you. You looked at his face, seeing his eyes closed and probably just as lost in the moment as you.

You rolled your hips, making you both moan, his fingers digging into you.

Your eyes met, and something came over the both of you. You saw it in the way his eyes changed, there was still lust there, but there was something else, something soft and tender like he was so happy you were with him and that you wanted him. Almost like he couldn’t believe this was all real.

Maybe it was everything that had happened - all of the excitement and the feelings you were feeling. You pushed your fingers into his hair as your mouth descended on his, kissing him as you started working yourself up and down his length, and you began talking, the words muffled against his mouth.

“You make me so happy… I’m so happy you came back… You’re such a good father… I care about you… I want you… I need you… You take such good care of me… You take such good care of us… You’re incredible… You’re amazing… I can’t get enough of you….”

You were moving up and down, riding him in earnest. His cock was rubbing against those spots that drove you wild, and the coil in your belly was winding tighter and tighter, any second and it would snap. Din was moaning against your mouth, so caught up in your words and how you felt around him, his fingers digging into your hips.

You couldn’t help getting lost in it all; the pleasure, the feelings, the need for this man underneath you to know just how much you cared about him. You spoke until your orgasm was so close the only word that fell from your lips was his name over and over again because that’s all your mind could focus on. Din.

The coil snapped, and you came with a cry of his name on your lips. Your pussy clenching around him, making Din groan. Your movements stopped, sitting flush against him, his cock so hard inside of you as you caught your breath, coming down from your high.

Din’s hand went to your face, cupping your jaw as he carefully moved your head back so your eyes could meet.

He still had that look on his face - but his eyes were even more tender, and it made your heartbeat quicken. No one had ever looked at you like that. Never. No one had ever made you feel like he did, either.

“Did you mean it?” He asked, voice soft and low, his eyes searching yours. His hands were moving up and down your sides, helping to ground you.

“What?” You asked. You were still coming down from your orgasm, your thoughts moving slowly in your brain.

“How you feel about me.”

You had to think really hard about what had spilled from your mouth, but it was all true.

You nodded, your lips tilting up slightly in a soft smile. “Yes, Din. Every word. You make me very happy, and I’m glad you came back, and all of the other things your magical dick made me confess.”

Din’s face lit up, a chuckle rumbling from his chest as he leaned forward to kiss you.

His grip tightened on your hips, and he started moving you up and down his cock, making a gasp escape your throat. It had pleasure licking up your spine as he worked you on him, his mouth attached to yours, kissing you breathless.

“You make me happy,” he murmured against your lips. “I’m happy I came back… You’re an amazing mother… I care about you… I only want you… I only need you… “

You’re bouncing in his lap, your gasps muffled by his mouth against yours as he spoke these words that you couldn’t quite believe. He adjusted the angle of your hips until he found what he was looking for, rubbing his cock against something white-hot and blinding over and over again. Your eyes rolled back into your head. You could feel the slick dripping out of you and heard the wet sounds as you moved. The way his cock was filling you and the deep timbre of his voice had you careening towards your release.

“I love taking care of you both….” He continued. “I love how you take care of me… You’re incredible… You’re amazing… I’ll never get enough of you… “

It’s a lot, hearing him admit that he cares about you just as much as you do for him while you’re riding him, and it sends you over the edge with a loud moan. Your pussy clamped around him like a vice, and he came, words spilling from his mouth in a groan that aren’t Basic. You don’t understand them, something in Mando’a he’d never said before.

You’re sharing breaths, panting, both coming down from your highs, eyes closed. There’s sweat on Din’s head and a sheen of it all over your body; the coolness of the ship’s air a balm to your heated skin. You sit in silence, enjoying yourselves, letting the things you said wash over you.

You’re thinking about his words, how he shared your feelings, and a smile lit up your face. You opened your eyes and kissed him, just overcome with happiness.

“I’m glad you feel the same way,” you said against his lips. You felt him smile.

“I do,” he answered.

You leaned back to look at him. His hair was an absolute mess; he looked blissed out and happy.

“What was the last thing you said? The Mando’a?”

His eyes widened a fraction, and he cleared his throat.

“Uh, ni kar'tayl gar darasuum. I will know you forever.”

Your heart clenched at the phrase.

“It’s beautiful,” you replied.

His hand came up to cup your face, rubbing his thumb against your cheek, eyes softening. He watched you for a moment like he was looking for something in your gaze. He must have found it because he smiled.

“It’s Mando’a for ‘I love you,’” he said.

Your breath caught in your throat, and your eyes widened. He was watching your reaction closely, his thumb continuing to move along your cheek, his other hand rubbing circles in your hip. You saw the nervousness on his face - the vulnerability - and suddenly, you felt very dumb that you ever felt scared about your feelings towards him because you knew for a fact that you loved him too. You were positive about it. There was no doubt in your mind. He made you feel incredible, and you’re just now realizing that he made you feel loved. You gasped at the realization, your mind thinking of all the things he’d done for Dina and you since he’d returned. Maybe he never said ‘I love you,’ out loud to you, but now you’re thinking about the fresh cups of caf waiting for you in the mornings with breakfast, him getting up with Dina in the middle of the night, the way you’d mentioned you’d wanted jogan fruit and the next day there was one waiting for you on the kitchen counter (which had been a huge surprise - they weren’t in season and you still don’t know how he obtained it), or how you’d come home a couple of days ago stressed and on the verge of tears because some absolute sleemo hadn’t been happy with your perfect work and made a fuss, getting your boss to give them a huge discount on the job, and cutting it out of your payment. Din had frowned and told you that you deserved for your work to be appreciated and adequately compensated for, asking if he could visit you on your lunch and show you how an appreciative customer should act. Which then led to the day before, where he fucked your brains, brought you lunch, AND you found out that he’d paid for you fixing his ship along with the maintenance.

The man loved you, and the signs had been right in front of your face.

“I love you, too,” you said, a smile turning up on your lips. “And I feel really dumb it took me this long to tell you.”

Din was grinning, his dimple showing.

“Don’t feel dumb.”

He moved forward to claim your lips in a searing kiss, his hand still cupping your jaw. You moaned as you melted into it. You could feel it now in the way he kissed you, how much he loved and adored you, moving his mouth and tongue against yours like he needed to prove it, and it made your heart feel like it’d beat out of your chest as your toes curled. You were on top of the world or in the expansiveness of space, as it were.

When you parted, you both were panting, Din resting his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too.”

“Thank you for letting me stay.”

The knot in his stomach had only gotten worse as morning got closer.

He didn’t want her to leave.

Din would remember this night, this inn, this woman, until the end of his days.

There was an energy between the two of them that he knew she could feel too. It was the way that she looked at him, her eyes so soft, and as it got closer to sunrise, he knew her eyes were reflecting the same sadness he felt.

The last time he was inside of her, he’d been softer - as soft as he could be covered in beskar. He’d rested his helmeted forehead against hers - the closest he could get to kissing - rocking his hips against hers in slow deep thrusts, her legs high up on his hips, so he could hit deep and make her feel good. He let himself get lost in the feeling of her - how tight and wet her pussy was, gripping him so perfectly, her fingers digging into his arms where there was no armor, wishing he could feel her nails in his skin, listening to her moans and gasps, wanting to feel breaths against his face.

He tried to embed it all into his brain so he’d never forget.

He didn’t want to forget.

He could feel it when she was close to coming, and then she was clenching around him as she crested, his name falling from her lips, and it was the sweetest sound. The way his name rolled off her tongue as she came undone was something he was positive he’d never forget. He tried to hold off his release, wanted to savor every last moment he had with her, but her eyes opened, looking at him with that soft expression, her lips parted in pleasure, and he was pushing his hips as deep as possible, coming with a bone-rattling groan as he spilled into her, his hips moving, trying to fuck as much of him into her, hissing from the sensitivity but he wanted her to drip with him for days. He wanted her to remember him. To remember this night. He didn’t want her to forget about him. And before they both knew it, their time was up, and he was watching her dress, seeing the bruises already forming on her hips; another way she’d remember him.

She looked up at him after all of her clothes were on, a smile on her lips.

“I had a really fun time. I’m definitely going to be walking funny for a few days,” she said.

Din heard himself chuckle.

“I’m glad you had fun. I did too.”

“Maker, I wish you didn’t have to go.” Din felt his heart speed up. “I’d love to get fucked like this on the regular.” He was silent, heart hammering in his chest that she wanted more of this, that she didn’t want him to go. He watched her eyes widen slightly, and she started speaking before he could say anything. “But I know this was a one-time thing. You’ve got stuff going on; I got stuff going on.”

Din frowned, clearing his throat, feeling his heart plummet.

“Right, yeah. A one-time thing.”

She started moving towards the door, Din following.

“Thank you again.”

“You’re welcome….”

He let it hang in the air, thinking he should give her his contact information. Maybe she’d want to see him again, maybe she’d be open to seeing him again. But he had so much to do. He needed to track down the covert check on Grogu. As she said, he had stuff going on, and she had stuff going on. He must have been quiet for too long because the next thing he knew, she was opening the door.

“Well, bye,” she said with a wave, and then she was leaving, and Din couldn’t help the heavy sigh he let out.

He’d come back when he was done doing what he needed to do. He’d see her again one day. He’d make sure of it.

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Power Over Me - Chapter 3

“Okay.”

“Okay?” you question. This was not the response you thought you were going to get from him.

“Yeah, I don’t mind that they think we’re together,” Bucky says with a shrug. “It’ll keep random people from asking me for my number or to show them a ‘proper 40’s gentleman’.” Bucky scoffs at that last part. “I was too busy fighting a war in the 40’s to be a gentleman.”

“You’ve always been a gentleman, Buck,” you reassure him.

Bucky smirks at you and takes your hand in his to place a kiss to your knuckles. Your face burns and your heart gallops in your chest.

“Only for you, darlin’.”

You scoff feebly and pretend to wipe his kiss off on his shirt. He laughs and leans away.

“But seriously, Bucky,” you start again. “Does this really not bother you?”

“Not really, doll. I’d rather be dating you than anyone else,” he confesses. His eyes open wide and there’s something there you can’t quite read, but Bucky composes himself before you can comment.

“So,” he says as he stands up quickly, “let’s go on a lunch ‘date’. I’m starving.”

He’d rather date me? You think happily to yourself. You’re elated for a split second until you realize he probably means he’d rather the tabloids pair you two together than shove him with a random celebrity.

Your heart twinges at the thought, but you like having Bucky in your life, so any excuse to be together more often is fine by you.

“Where are we going?” you ask as Bucky grabs your arm and helps you to your feet like he’s been doing since your mission. You both make your way towards the basement and his motorcycle. It’s a nice day, so a ride around the city sounds wonderful.

“How about that little diner with the original jukebox?” Bucky says before helping you onto the back of his bike and pulling a helmet down over your head.

“Buck.”

“What?” he says as he settles down in front of you and kicks the bike to life.

“You complain every time we go there. You hate their burgers.” You wrap your arms around his waist and set your chin on his shoulder.

He nods his head in a non-committal way. “Yeah, but their shakes are somethin’ else.”

He taps your wrist with his fingers, signaling for you to clasp your hands together and hold on tight. He revs the engine and you go flying down the compound’s driveway.

***

Over the next week and a half, Bucky takes you out more than normal. You often went out together anyway, but now his arm is constantly draped over your shoulders or he’s holding your hand. It feels amazing to be this close to him, but it hurts something fierce to know it isn’t real.

You’re both in a quiet bookstore, browsing around for some new reads. You’re in the juvenile fiction section because you need the uncomplicated ‘kids on an adventure’ kind of feelings to distract you from your ‘fuck, why does this hurt so much’ feelings.

Bucky never follows you into this section, as he prefers other genres, but he’s shuffling along behind you and keeping a finger in your back belt loop. He’s been so touchy lately that it’s driving you insane.

He’s always so close that you can feel his body heat, but you can’t reach out and hold him in the way you want to. Because this all means something different for you than it does to him. He’s so calm and relaxed, like holding you doesn’t affect him, and it breaks your heart because you feel the burn of his skin against yours long after you return home.

You’re reading the back of a pretty green and pink novel that you’re probably going to buy when the only stranger in your aisle crosses over to the next shelf. “You can let go of me and look for books that you wanna read, Buck. I know you don’t like these,” you murmur.

“I’m fine right where I’m at, sugar,” he says as he pulls you closer together. You close your eyes and enjoy the proximity for a moment before wiggling away.

“Seriously, Bucky. No one’s here to see us right now -- you can stop pretending for a moment. Go find you something interesting.” You don’t look at him while you say this, so you don’t notice the hurt on his face as you pull away from him.

“Yeah, okay,” he whispers, and walks off towards the Classics section.

You sigh and continue browsing.

***

Dr. Cho clears you for duty again, so you’re ready and raring to go on this mission with Nat, Clint, and Sam that just came up.

You’re packing up and checking out your weapons when Bucky walks into the armory. He starts grabbing up grenades and a launcher, along with some other explosives. It’s heavy-duty stuff he’s grabbing for his own mission, and this worries you.

“You sure you don’t want me to come along?” you ask. “Wanda can always cover for me. Nat might be mad, but if you need help I’ll be there.”

You’ve turned away from your shelf of weapons to watch him load up. Armor, gun holsters, and sheathed knives cover his body as he continues to load up. He glances over to you with a smile.

“You worried about me, doll?” he teases.

“You and Steve together on a mission? Yeah, I’m worried. Dumb and Dumber of reckless decisions and self sacrifice.” You cross your arms and give him a look like he should know better.

His grin widens and he saunters over to you. His heavy frame stops in front of you and leans against the wall opposite. You’re staring each other down, and the distance between your bodies feels marked.

He hasn’t touched you since your last outing together at the bookstore, and you don’t know if that’s better or worse. Your body craves his touch, but your heart and head try to beat it into submission by reminding it that you and Bucky are not a couple. That none of it is real.

“Do you even know what our mission is?” Bucky asks you with a quirked eyebrow.

“No,” you pout. “But I’m sure I could figure it out by the time we get there.”

“Yeah?” he wonders. “It’s not a long trip.”

“You know how fast I catch on to things!” you defend.

“Uh huh,” he drawls. “You catch on real fast, doll.”

“Why are you patronizing me? Give me one example.” Your eyebrows are drawn together in frustration, but Bucky just sighs and smooths the crease with his thumb gently. The action releases the tension in your body, and you slump slightly forward and grab onto his outstretched arm to be closer to him.

You’ve decided that Bucky not touching you these last couple of days is a bad thing. The easy affection is something you’ve grown accustomed to even though it’s only been happening for less than a month.

“Don’t worry about it, doll.” The flesh hand that you grabbed slides out of your grip, only to entwine your fingers together. He lifts your hands to his lips and places a soft kiss. “Be careful, okay?” he pleads.

“Only if you are,” you retort.

He laughs a little and says, “Then I promise: not even a scratch.” He raises his metal arm and holds out his pinky. You smile and link your free pinky to his. “Same goes for you.”

“You got it, boss.”

Chapter 4

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #Power Over Me (Bucky Barnes FanFic) #bucky fanfic

[miekasa]

any spare levi headcanons tonight????? 😁😁😁😁

Sure, why not, he is the love of my life after all. These are pretty random, and fit in some sort of generalized modern boyfriend au. Hopelessly domestic, as that is the nature of nearly everything I write for Levi, anyway. Also still terribly obsessed with the idea of him with a motorcycle, so there’s that.

He owns at least six black blazers. They’re nearly identical; slight differences in texture and cut, one with lapels, one that’s boldly all leather that you swear you’ve never seen him wear. They’re kind of his go-to staple, other than a sweater.

That being said, he doesn’t exclusively wear all black. His closet leans towards more neutrals, sure, but he’s not allergic to color. You might not catch him wearing neon orange on the average day, but he’s not averse to a nice shade of green, any shade of purple that suits his mood, even a softer pink.

He has towels and rags he sets aside especially for you when he comes over. He always washes them and put them back in place when you leave so that they’re ready to go for next time.

Claims to not have any attachment to the shows/dramas you watch, but he’s totally backseat watching. Halfway into every single series, he starts sitting down when you turn it on, and scoffs at dumb decisions the characters make.

He splurged on one of those frame TVs that look like a painting when they’re idle. It was a good investment in his opinion.

He doesn’t hate Starbucks drinks—there’s worse things out there in terms of quality of tea. What he despises about the establishment is the way they call out names for you to pick up your order. He’s learned that mobile order ahead is the way to go.

Has slippers for around the house, so consequently, you have slippers for walking around his house. He keeps both pairs (and a few extra for friends and guests) tucked neatly beside the door for easy access; yours always go next to his.

Does not understand the purpose of a robe. Buy him one tho and he will suddenly find an excuse to wear it: making breakfast, lounging around watching TV, doing some light cleaning and dusting. It’s comfy, alright, he can admit that much.

The little puppy you got him that he swore he was not going to warm up to now gets the royal treatment. The best doggie goods and treats, top rated shampoos, cutest drying towels, even a miniature couch he constructed just for the pup. They’re best friends, there’s no breaking that bond now.

Speaking of the puppy, affectionately named Captain, Levi can be found walking him every day shortly after work. They have a few different routes, but they always pass by the local vendors/market, who enthusiastically anticipate their appearance every day. Some of the older ladies running stands have even taken to bringing a few treats with them for Captain—after bundling up some goods for Levi, too, of course.

Captain also has a special doggy backpack Levi uses for when he’s on his motorcycle. If you follow anybody on TikTok in his area, you’re bound to see at least one video of the pup while Levi’s out riding. He’s become viral on social media without even knowing it.

(When you show him a video someone posted of him and Captain with well over 100k likes, and a million views, he only rolled his eyes. But remembers that particularly day; remembers the folks had a kid who politely asked to pet the dog, so he let him. He also maybe asks you to send the link to him).

On the subject of the motorcycle, there was a good few weeks he wouldn’t let you on it. Always found an excuse, a smart reply that was punctuated with gentle push on your forehead and calling you too clumsy for it. Later, you found out it’s because he’d ordered you a helmet; didn’t want to risk you riding without one.

He always keeps it in the storage compartment should he make a stop to pick you up while he’s riding; and he usually wears at least two layers to have a spare to wrap you in before you get on.

When he cooks, he always makes sure there’s enough for leftovers and/or to give you some later. He also bakes frequently, and at least once a week, he stops by with some kind of treat for you—“Trying out a new recipe, let me know if you think it’s missing anything.”

On the subject of food, he won’t police what you eat to annoying extent; he knows that not everybody has the time or will to make pasta from scratch like he does. But, he will smack your wrist if you consider ordering fast food when you’re over at this place. Give him 30 minutes and a single pan, he’ll make something much better than whatever you can find on Uber Eats.

Really, though, he doesn’t mean to obnoxious about the homemade food thing, it’s more habit for him. Growing up, he had to learn to be resourceful, so buying fast-food isn’t ever at the forefront of his mind. Cooking for you also turns out to be something somewhat intimate that he enjoys, so just let him.

Once bought an Apple Watch because he liked the look of them, it wasn’t insanely expensive like other high end watches, and it could connect to his other devices, so why not? A week later he returned it, the ping of his notifications were in one too many places for his liking.

You tried to convince him to keep it—“At least for when you’re jogging! It can track your activity and calories!”—but he clicks his teeth. He’ll survive without keeping track of them.

He learned the hard way that jogging with Captain is no good. His legs are too tiny and Levi ended up carrying the puppy the entire time. Captain is more of a walk dog… or ride on the back of his bike dog.

If you changed anything in his phone settings—like the ringtone for you contact, or the sound his keyboard makes—he wouldn’t go back in and try to figure out how to reset it. Unless it was something obnoxious, like adding an autocorrect shortcut to say something lewd.

He doesn’t really listen to music when he’s just walking. When he’s on a run, that’s fine, but he somewhat prefers to just… hear the environment around him when he’s on a stroll or a break from work. The only reason he’d have headphones on in public is to take a phone call, but even then, he’d prefer to wait until he’s somewhere more private.

He likes having you over at his apartment and has contemplated asking you to move in. He doesn’t want to rush anything, though, so he’s content with your sleepovers for now. (Though he really cannot fathom that you call them “sleepovers” like you’re 14. Please).

He speaks to his mother at least once a week, and she always asks about you. Levi tells her that you’re fine, gives her small updates about you, but Kuchel really just wants to know when the wedding is. He pretends to be busy whenever she starts asking and conveniently ends the call.

Occasionally, he’ll stop by and take you out for lunch. Depends on how much time he has during the day for himself, but he always enjoys sharing a meal with you.

Whenever you’re out with your friends drinking, Levi will pick you up. Even if you already told him that you’d Uber home; as soon as you text him that you’re going to leave soon, he’s already on his way.

He makes pretty good cocktails himself. Teases you for running his alcohol supply dry when the truth is he has more of your favorites in his cabinet than his own. He secretly likes the way you flirt with him when you’re tipsy.

You don’t always cuddle on top of each other when you sleep together. You can just lay by each other and that’s enough; but sometimes, you catch Levi turning towards you in his sleep, reaching for your hand. His body seems to search for yours subconsciously, and you swear there’s a hint of a smile on his sleeping face when you put your hand within reach.

Do not try to pay for dinner when you’re out with him. He’ll pull the “I’m going to use the restroom” move and pay the bill behind your back if he needs to. Open your own doors, maybe; pull out your own chairs, sure if you want; but not this.

He flosses very diligently every night. Mostly because he fucking hates the dentist, so if he takes the extra steps and is extra careful with his teeth, he doesn’t have to go as often, right?—Wrong, it’s the one time the roles are reversed, and you and Hange have to wrestle him into the doctor’s office.

On the flip side, if there are any doctors you routinely avoid and/or forget to schedule check ups for, fear not, because Levi will do it for you. He’ll drive you there, too—the only caveat being, that he usually doesn’t tell you where you’re going until you’re almost there. You think he’s doing the mysterious man surprise date thing and then boom, he’s pulling up to the ophthalmologist. Good luck.

He’s purchased a physical, paper copy of the news on every one of your anniversaries, birthdays, and other special occasions. He keeps them all neatly tucked away in a drawer. Sometimes, he looks back on them—sees what was happening in the world around you on that day. Maybe someday he’ll cut them up and bind them together in a book for you.

He doesn’t like having headphones in when you’re home with him, and preferred if you didn’t either—unless it was for work or school. He welcomes you to use his speakers and play your music aloud; he likes listening to what you listen to. If you look closely, you can catch him humming along or tapping his foot when he really likes a song.

Saves pictures you send him in an album in his camera roll. Occasionally can be found scrolling through them—particularly if you’ve been away on a trip, or he hasn’t gotten the chance to see you because of conflicting schedules.

He takes relatively short showers and doesn’t have a strong preference for the water temperature, so he lets you shower first. Unless you want him to join you, of course.

It’s not hard to tell when Levi wants you. He becomes noticeably more touchy, even if that margin isn’t too wide by anyone else’s standards; and he rarely tries to hide it. It only happens in the privacy of your apartments; but he’ll come on to you—leaning a bit further into conversations, a hand on your knee, a kind of cloudy look in his eyes.

Sometimes he forgoes the attempts at being subtle, just kisses you out the blue, carefully backs you up against the wall, puts his hands on your hips. He can be awfully direct when given the opportunity.

#anonymous #[dreamy sight] levi where art thou levi.......... i am yearning deeply #levi x reader #aot x reader #levi smut #levi fluff #snk x reader #aot imagines

[pitaparka]

when he’s sick headcanons

note — can you tell i was in a francisco morales mood when i wrote this? also, i’m incredibly soft. i just wanna hold them :’( also also send me your  own headcanons!! i wanna hear ‘em!! big love <3 - nat

MANDO

- he doesn’t know how he survived all those bouts of sickness alone when you step in to help him for the first time

- his body aches, and not the usual after-bounty-capture either

- his head is foggy, he can feel the sweat in his helmet, and his breathing is hard

- he can’t tell if it’s coming through the modulator, but when you bring soup up to the cockpit for him, he knows you know

- he takes it gratefully, knowing that if there was nobody else here he would have just gone to bed to sleep it off, dinner vetoed for the night

- your cold fingers wrap around the back of his neck, moving his cape as you do so, and he melts into you

- he doesn’t know that he lets out the smallest whimper when you do this, and it makes you want to tear off his helmet, pull him into your arms, and hold him until he’s better

- but you can’t, so you settle for a hand on his neck, and the tilt of a helmet when he drinks the soup in front of you, as requested

- he definitely has a fever, and maker knows what else

- so you tell him to get some rest, that you’d watch the ship and get him if anything went wrong

- you supervise him down the ladder, just in case, which he finds funny and sweet

- you wish you could squish into his bunk with him, but you don’t want to invade on his personal space, especially while he’s hot and sick

- you you settle into the cockpit, the ship on cruise control, and you check on him every once in a while, keeping grogu occupied and quiet while he gets some well deserved rest

EZRA

- you knew he would get it

- right after you recovered from your illness, he started displaying symptoms of the same one you had just gotten over

- shortness of breath, fever, aches, lethargy

- he had taken such good care of you, so it was only fair that you’d do the same in return

- resources were sparse and quarters were cramped on the green, but you did what you could to make him as comfortable as possible

- his feverish back was pressed up against your chest in a cot designed for one after he’d stripped down to his underwear to avoid overheating

- he really enjoyed you being the big spoon sometimes, and now was one of those times

- when he got too hot from your shared body heat though, you would sit on the floor next to the cot and stroke right behind his ear to get him to fall asleep

- you made sure he ate as much as he could keep down, and you gave him all the fluids you could spare for his speedy recovery

- it broke your heart to see your usually verbose boy so quiet and in pain

- he muttered fever nonsense to no one and whimpered in his sleep

- you moved your cot directly next to his in order to keep a close eye on him

- but you knew that with time he would heal, and that as soon as he started talking to you again he was getting better

FRANKIE

- he sweats through the sheets next to you in the early hours of the night

- you’re the one who wakes up first, and you honestly thought one of you had wet the bed because of how much liquid there was

- but you realize that it’s frankie, back drenched and sweating out whatever flu he had acquired from whoever he had gotten it from

- you wake him from what seemed to be a not great dream anyway, and when he realizes what happened, he apologizes, groggy from sleep and illness

- “no, no! i’m not mad, frankie, you just can’t sleep in this sweetheart. you’ll get more sick. how are you feeling?”

- he curls up deeper under the covers and you get out of bed to kneel next to him

- your hands card through his matted, sweat soaked hair, and you wipe the drops from his jaw

- “do you want a cool shower, baby? you’re soaked.” you suggest, but frankie is so out of it

- he was fine last night, you remember

- sure he didn’t eat dinner, and went to bed early, but you thought maybe he had a late lunch and a long day

- now, helping him out of bed to the shower, you understand that it was early onset symptoms of whatever he was battling

- he pressed heavily to your side and you’re nervous as you strip him down and get him into the tub

- he sways, and you’re not sure what you’ll do if he passes out, or hits his head, so you sit him down, take off the shower head, make sure the water coming out is room temperature, and you run she showerhead over his overheating body

- you’re careful not to get any water in his face and ears, and you don’t wash his hair, just his body with a gentle soap

- you figure this is one of the only times frankie will let you take care of him like this, so you milk it for all it’s worth

- you blow dry his hair on a low setting, just in case he has a headache, you change the sheets of your bed, you lay him down on his side and you bring him close to your chest

- which is how he falls asleep for the next few nights until his illness eventually subsides

WHISKEY

- he curls up in your lap on the couch as soon as he gets home from work, which is how you know something’s wrong

- but you ask him anyway

- “i don’t feel so great, sugar,”

- which scares you, because did he get drugged? is this just a regular illness? is this like a biowarfare mission gone wrong?

- you leave him to get the thermometer, and when you come back, he’s got sad eyes looking up at you that just break your heart

- turns out, it’s not biowarfare. just a fever of 100.4

- you slip your hands up the back of his shirt and it’s so warm, along with his forehead

- he moans weakly at your touch, worn and tired from his extensive mission that day

- he’s definitely been overexerting himself

- as you settle back onto the couch, he settles into your lap again

- you let him rest for a while, but not after long, you realize he’s fallen asleep, and you’re stuck there for god knows how long

- you turn the volume down on the tv just in case, and you stroke behind his ears and you play with his fingers

- it’s best to just let him sleep it off, and you're not opposed to letting him do it on your lap

- you imagine there are statesman resources you can use to help him, but if he’s feeling better after he’s slept it off, then maybe you won’t need to misuse them

JAVIER PEÑA

- you scared the shit out of him, knocking on his door like that

- in your blinding rage, filled with thoughts like “how dare he take the day off to bang hookers, to recover from his hangover, to generally be a hindrance to the fucking DEA,” you had not pondered the possibility that THE javier peña, was sick

- he’s pulling on a t-shirt just as he opens the door, wearing pajama pants, and it startles you to see him so disarmed and casual

- his eyes and nose are red, his hair is disheveled, and he looks... exhausted

- “wow, you look like shit."

- “i feel like shit,” he says, walking away from the door, sniffling

- you take this as an invitation in, and close the door behind you

- he collapses back onto his couch, where you assume he’s been all day, and wraps himself up in a thick afghan blanket

- his hands shake the slightest bit as he opens his lighter to ignite his cigarette

- you take a seat next to him and help him with his lighter, and he nods his thanks to you

- “you’re gonna be late,” he mutters, taking the cigarette from his mouth and blowing out smoke into his apartment, coughing it out halfway

- “i’ll call out,” you offer, eyes wandering up his blanket clad body

- he closes his eyes and lets his head rest on the back of the couch

- “go in. i’m just gonna sleep it off anyway,”

- you lean in close to him and press your hand against his forehead and he freezes, staring at you

- you run your hand down his neck and feel his warmth, and he melts into your touch just a little bit

- you offer to only call out for a few hours to get him settled and make sure he doesn’t die or something, and he lets you, simply because he knows his illness will only get worse

- when your time is up and you have to go back to work, javi’s eaten, gotten some fluids in him, and taken some pain meds

- you let him know that he can call you if he needs anything, and before you even walk out the door is sleeping contently on the couch

MARCUS MORENO

- you find out he’s sick when he calls you, and asks for a favor

- “hey, can you do me the biggest favor ever?”

- he’s super congested. at first you think it might not be him because of how grainy his voice is

- “i hate to do this to you on such short notice, but would you be able to pick up missy? i’m not feeling too hot right now.”

- when you make it back to their home, it's very clear why he thought he wouldn't be able to make it

- he's curled up in bed, tissues piled on his nightstand, trying to get some sleep, but clearly failing

- he notices the two of you come in, and you quietly usher missy away to her own room to entertain herself while her dad tries to get some rest

- he thanks you for picking up missy, and you tell him you'd be there for him whenever he needed you to be

- you make a special phone call as you care for marcus, keeping his curtains closed and running your cool hands up and down his back and shoulders until he felt like he could fall asleep

- you let him know that you'll be right back, that you were going to pick up a few things for him and that if he needed anything at all, just call

- knowing your chicken noodle soup skills were rusty, your special phone call had been to marcus' mother's house, where she had tupperware containers full of soup waiting for you to pick up for him

- when you get back to his house with pain meds, gatorade, and the soup, marcus is passed out in bed

- you don't want to wake him up, but you have a hunch that he hasn't eaten all day, so you whisper his name softly and lightly shake him awake

- he's so grateful and only eats a portion of what he normally does, but anything is better than nothing

- and you don't want him feeling even more sick as a result

- you end up eating the incredibly nostalgic and rich soup with missy at the table and talk to her about your day while marcus gets some sleep

MARCUS PIKE

- it's only when you get home from work that you realize something's wrong with marcus

- he's asleep on the couch

- which would have been fine, if you had worked overtime, or had gotten out late, but it was only four thirty

- plus, you two had planned on going to see a movie you he was excited about tonight in theatres and maybe grab dinner after

- the tv plays lowly in the background, and he hasn’t changed out of his work clothes yet

- he startles when you close and lock the door, and rubs his temples, eyes squeezed shut in pain

- "marcus, are you okay?"

- "yeah, i'm fine." he tells you, and when you mention the date, he looks shocked that he forgot about it

- "oh my god, you're right. i can’t believe i forgot, i’m so sorry babe, i'll get ready right now."

- you tell him it's no biggie, but he insists

- after you've taken off your work clothes and showered quickly for your date, you realize the two of you are most definitely staying in

- he's promptly fallen back asleep on the couch, and he looks adorable

- you put on your pajamas and he does too, and you settle into the couch behind marcus, flipping through channels with him

- he says he doesn't care what you watch, as long as it's not too bright or loud

- so you choose some old black and white movie with the subtitles on

- normally you're the one between his legs, as he rubs your shoulders and plays with your hair

- but this time, he's curled up into you, his back pressed up against your chest, his head tucked into your shoulder using it as a pillow

- you figure you didn't really want to see the new movie anyway, and decide takeout and casablanca was a better way to spend your time with your sick boyfriend

MAX PHILLIPS

- a big baby

- but he IS a vampire and DOES NOT get sick, which slips your mind completely when you come home after some overtime and find him paler than usual on the couch, his head in his hands

- you try to get him to tell you what’s wrong, and he refuses, but he caves when you sit down next to him and start stroking his head, and playing with the hair at the base of his neck

- he tells you that after the whole vampire fiasco with the company, he was set for a while, and has been feeling great, but he hasn’t had human blood in so long that it’s made him weak

- he gives you a sad puppy dog look, and you know he’s being an asshole about it, but you hate to see the dark circles under his eyes or the color his skin turns when he’s like this

- so you oblige, but you give him STRICT instructions to follow, otherwise you won’t do it again

- don’t take more than a pint, don’t leave unnecessary bruises, if you use your safe word he has to stop immediately, and he has to make it as quick and painless as he possibly can

- he nods enthusiastically, and pulls you into his lap

- he nuzzles into your neck, and grabs your chin, anchoring himself to you

- he blows softly on your skin, and presses hard kisses to the area to get your blood flowing and disarm you

- which isn’t fair because he knows your neck is so sensitive

- it’s a sharp prick when he ejects his fangs into your body and you stop moving completely, your hand fisting at his shirt, just listening to your breathing and his soft moans echoed against your skin

- out of habit your rub soothing circles into his back, more to sooth yourself then anything

- minutes pass, and you start to feel light headed and are about to tell him to stop when he pulls away, grinning ear to ear at you

- he’s back on your neck in seconds though, licking and sucking the leaking blood from the small holes he’s left in your skin

- now that, that feels much better than the bloodsucking that was going on originally

- you jump when he presses soft kisses to the sensitive area along your throat and dives a hand between your legs

- looks like someone’s feeling better already

MAX LORD

- tries to power through it as much as he can with pain killers and cough syrups, but after he almost passes out at dinner after a week of symptoms, you beg him to take at least a day off to recover

- that morning, his hair is a mess, he missed a button on his shirt, and his tie was uneven

- he was about to put on two different colored socks when he begrudgingly obliges

- you unbutton his shirt and help him take off his tie

- it’s easy to bring him back to bed after that, and you let him hold you from behind like a teddy bear, no matter how uncomfortable his arm is shoved under your neck

- usually he likes to be held, but he can feel his own back burning up, so he decides to hold you instead

- he whimpers in his sleep, plagued by fever dreams and his traumatic past

- so when he wakes you up in the middle of the night, something he so very rarely does, you’re concerned

- “i’m sorry, for waking you, i just... i just need... you... i want—“

- it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out he needs a hug

- you hold him and rub his back until he falls back asleep again, in your arms

- when he wakes up with a killer headache, you fight to keep him in bed again, rubbing his temples and pressing kisses to his forehead

- he falls back asleep in less than five minutes

- needless to say, one more day off couldn’t hurt

OBERYN MARTELL

- it’s not often than he gets sick, surprisingly, considering how close he gets to so many different people

- when you arrive at his chambers that morning, the guards seem keen on not letting you in

- you argue with them, but they insist oberyn didn’t want anyone in there

- you call them out, obviously upset and visibly frustrated when his doors creak open and you see him, in a robe, hair messy and pressed down to his forehead

- he quietly tells the guard to let you in, and you’re a little confused

- he sits down on his bed and looks up at you with guilty eyes

- “apologies, my love, but I don't want you to see me like this”

- you scoff and roll your eyes at him, moving in front of him

- you take his head in your hands, and he stares up at you

- “apology accepted, but i’m offended, my prince.”

- he scrunches his eyebrows and presses his chin to your stomach

- you run your hands through his hair and he brings his hands to your waist

- “you think mere illness could keep me away? keep me away from you?”

- his confusion melts into a small smile, and he lets his head rest against your belly as you pull him into you

- “can i get you anything, oberyn? wine, medicine?”

- “no, my love. just you is enough for me.”

PERO TOVAR

- wants to be left alone for the most part

- grumpy in general, and it doesn't get better when he's sick

- he'll let you wipe a cool cloth over his forehead and neck, and doesn't complain

- he says he doesn’t want you there because he doesn’t want you to catch what he has

- you know, survival rates are low for things like this at this point in history

- but really, like oberyn, he doesn’t want you to see him weak

- he’s afraid it’ll ruin your image of him in your mind

- william asks you to get some rest, as they can’t afford to risk more days at the campsite with sick travelers

- so you oblige, keeping your distance from pero, but you stay vigilant

- you stand guard for him for most of the night, listening to him breathe, watching his chest rise and fall, until you eventually fall asleep too

- but you’re up early, with the rest of the men, except pero, who sleeps well into daylight

- the rest of them take off, desperate to find something for dinner, but you stay back with him, stroking his forehead, a gentleness that’s rarely ever been afforded to him, listening to him ramble half in english, half in spanish, but he has your full attention

- it would be a rough few days until he recovered, but his muttered thanks and appreciation for you was more than enough for you to do it all over again if he ever needed you to

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Miraculous Ghosts

Danny and friends visit Paris and come across trouble, as well as the cities local superheroes.

Lately, Hawkmoth has been recycling villains. There are only so many people in Paris and not everyone gets emotionally vulnerable strongly enough or long enough to be akumatized. Those that do, and commonly like Mr. Pidgeon, usually had a certain fixation that was easy to exploit. The thing was, both Marienette and Chat Noir already knew their weakness, the items that would most likely get akumatized, the whole schtick. So the battles were really fast and easy.

A new face always had to be met with caution, the lack of knowledge regarding the person was dangerous and if the pair wasn’t careful, they could end up losing the battle. And their Miraculous.

With the start of summer came tourist season, and tourists could be victims of akumatization. Which seemed to be the case within the first week. 3 villains, all new faces, but the pair had gotten lucky with the similar powers that the heroes had faced before and the three were all defeated in a timely manner.

There was a short week of nothing happening.

And then all hell broke loose.

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Marienette knew the start of the tourist season had begun just based on the filled streets of strange faces, sunglasses, cameras, and the use of foreign languages. This also was noticed based on how busy her parents' shop had become, and how rarely she was managing to escape outside to enjoy some of summer's freedom. The good thing was she was able to brush up on some of her English, since the tourists usually spoke the common American language and the experience was always welcome to help boost her grades in the upcoming year. Even if it was a few months away.

She’d figured out the best way to sneak off during any attacks was to ‘use the bathroom’ or ‘accidently’ make a mess and excuse herself to clean up. It had worked during the first week and she didn’t have to do anything the past week since Hawkmoth seemed to take a break. She finished serving a young pair of Americans, a tall girl with orange hair, and a lanky boy nearly the same height with raven black hair.

She had to admit, some Americans had a certain charm, but the bustle of the kitchen quickly caught her attention as she was back to serving the next person in line.

Just as Chloe waltzed in, basically knocking the american boy over as she strutted to the front of the line, causing people to cast glares in her direction. The boy hissed when he fell, the American girl offering to help him up in English as he shook his head and stood up, dusting himself off as Marienette went to deal with the walking form of pure rich privilege. “Urg, Dupain-Cheng’s dingy little cafe? Of course she works here, it just smells like burnt bread.” She huffed.

Marienette bristled, but put on her customer service smile, noticing the poor Americans victim to Chloe leaving the shop. She was hoping to offer them a replacement after dealing with Chloe but it was a little late now. “Ma’am, unless you are here to pick up an order, you will have to wait in line like everyone else.” She strained.

“Ma’am? I am Chloe Dubois! I don’t need to wait in line like some sort of peasant! Just give me whatever you didn’t make.”

Marienette had to swallow down any returning insults and put down one of their most expensive items, handing it over with a clearly strained smile, “have a nice day.”

Chloe huffed with her baked goods in hand but left as soon as she appeared, allowing Marienette some relief. Very little damage. A little annoyance but nothing worthy of an akuma-.

An explosion was heard from outside, and Marienette groaned internally.

She just had to jinx it.

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Ladybug dove off to the side as the villain shot out a ray of white, plasma-like energy. Adrien, fighting as Chat Noir, and his partner were having a hell of a time with this dude. He spotted the chaos on the news, the villain calling himself ‘Black Hole’ and giving his poor Lady a hard time. When he finally arrived on the scene, he wasn’t able to do much either.

The villain was basically a godly powerhouse, floating in the air, shooting burning rays of heated plasma, or even ice! Ice and plasma! Sometimes he MIXED the two beams to create an even WORSE beam! Whenever either of the heroes got close enough to land a hit, their punches and kicks would go right through him. Then he would DISAPPEAR. REAPPEARING AND LANDING ANOTHER HEAVY BLOW. He would fly around like gravity was non-existent, and these abilities didn’t stop there. Every so often, he would yank out this thermos looking thing and shoot out these wormholes. Or… possibly black holes. Calling them black holes felt wrong though… since they glowed green and swirled before disappearing after a few moments.

The villain's outfit was a change of pace too. It was impossible to figure out his age since he was completely covered in a thick fabric material that reminded him of space suits. Yet looked a lot less bulky than actual space suits, thin yet sturdy metal covered his forearms, and formed a backpack that was attached by a wide metal collar that spread to his collarbone and slightly covered his shoulders, as well as a metal strap that wrapped around right under his chest. A plated, metal belt circled his waist with a clip for the green black hole thermos, and thigh high boots with a similar fabric to his suit covered most of his legs, thick plastic looking platform soles attached at the feet. Black bands wrapped around the ankles of the boots. A helmet covered his entire face, a metal frame covering the bottom half like a muzzle while the top was a tinted glass dome following the shape of his head, the inside of it entirely black except for the eerie glow of a single, left eye. The helmet had a tube on the back of the helmet that connected to his backpack, but neither he or Ladybug could figure out if it was essential or for decoration. His entire colouring was monotone, much bleaker than their previous villains. His suit was black, the boots, forearm cuffs, belt, backpack and collar were all a middle shade of grey, the only flash of colour being the glow of the single toxic green eye amongst the darkness of the helmet.

The dude was disturbing. He didn’t make any sound, in fact he seemed to ABSORB the sound around him. Like they were in space.

Paris was getting destroyed more and more by the second and the two didn’t know what to do. The Lady’s lucky charm turned into a thermos, which she didn’t have a clue how to use in the situation in front of them. Maybe it was a hint? A clue about soup? Or getting the villains thermos?

The problem with the last idea was that neither he or Ladybug could TOUCH this villain. And each of them were getting worse and worse for wear by the second. He could tell Ladybug was getting ready to get some sort of help, but who could make something untouchable… touchable? Chat even tried to use cataclysm on the villain's thermos while Ladybug had distracted him, but he twisted at the last moments and grabbed Chat's hand, draining cataclysm before he tossed him aside like it was nothing.

Another blast of plasma sent the two tumbling away from each other, and then a blast of ice caught Chat off guard. Cold shot up his arm as his muscles convulsed, a scream caught in his throat as the ice trapped his arm in such a tight and sturdy prison. He twisted to try and use his free arm to claw the other out of the ice, a shadow in the corner of his vision causing him to twist and jolt in surprise as the villain stood right in front of him. The glowing green eye was cold as it bore into him, and the villain grew closer and closer, drifting off the ground and absorbing every noise around him, the air around them dropping to freezing temperatures. Chats breath formed in front of him as gasps, panic clear in the quick breaths, fear intensifying as the only thing he could hear was his own heartbeat and blood roaring through his veins.

The villain's hand shot out and grabbed his free one- the one with his miraculous.

Chat heard Ladybug cry out as the villain gripped onto the ring, a quick glance showing she too was trapped.

That she was next.

Chat tried to keep his fingers curled, but he was battered and weak, and the villain hadn’t even broken a sweat during their fight. Prying open his fingers was easy, the ring vulnerable. This was it. He used cataclysm too soon and now he was powerless. He couldn’t escape. He couldn’t save anyone. He was a failure. This was the end of Paris.

They lost.

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Fucking. Vlad.

This entire trip had Danny on edge and it was all because of Vlad.

At first, he thought maybe, for once, Vlad wasn’t being a piece of shit when offering the family a fully paid trip to France for two weeks. He was suspicious. He probably just wanted the family out of town to do some shady shit. But a two week trip to France wasn’t the WORST thing a man could do. Especially in comparison to kidnapping and cloning.

But then his parents got sick. A common flu. Right before the trip. And they wanted Jazz and him to experience Paris. Then Vlad offered to be a chaperone.

It was all a play to get Danny alone for two weeks and try and manipulate him.

He did manage to get Tucker and Sam to tag along, something about friends being his family and the two unused tickets his parents left behind. But Vlad knew how to separate the group. How to corner Danny at the worst moments and whisper annoying remarks in his ear as he tried to get away.

He survived a week. He only had one more week to go. Tucker and Sam were off checking out some places for lunch while Jazz and Danny went to pick up sweets for everyone to share after their meal.

Vlad was off doing who knew what so Danny had put him to the back of his mind.

The cafe they found was… well it smelled incredible. There were so many baked goods on display and the air was filled with the warm and sweet smell of the goodies. He let Jazz do most of the talking, she wanted to practice her French and Danny had recently discovered that being dubbed the ghost king meant that now he had a natural grasp on all verbal languages, including the dead ones. This meant his speech in French was almost flawless, and his understanding was like he was listening to someone speak English. He couldn’t read other languages though, just speak them. He was told though by a few locals he had an odd accent. It wasn’t an american one, just… odd.

So Jazz ordered the treats and the pair was headed out to meet Danny’s friends.

Then some blonde girl with way too much make-up basically knocked him to the ground, not even sending him a glance that indicated she knew what she did. It was annoying, but he dealt with bullies on a daily basis back at Amity Park. Well… used to. But he knew better than to waste any thought on some jerk like her. He sadly looked at the ruined cat paw shaped cookies, the icing ruined and the cookies crushed under his weight when he fell.

Standing up with the help of Jazz, they left the shop as Danny insisted on finding somewhere to wash off the icing stuck to his shirt. He liked this shirt too… he hoped it wouldn’t stain too badly. It was better than ectoplasm at least, that stuff needed to be burned out, there was no such thing as washing out ectoplasm.

Jazz asked to help, but Danny brushed her off, telling her he could easily clean himself off by himself.

And then Vlad chose that moment to corner him.

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“Hello Daniel.”

Danny splashed water wildly as he spun around to glare at the older Halfa, hissing out an ‘Ancients!’ in surprise. “What the hell, Vlad?” He spat, “sneaking up on a kid in the bathroom? I should just call the police and tell them about all that stalking you like to do.”

“Aren’t you tired of this childish game?” He hummed.

“Not really, seeing as I’m a child and I love games,” Danny sneered.

“I’m older, more experienced, and stronger. I am also patient, little badger. And it’s easy to wear you down. By the end of this trip, you are going to be begging to be my-.”

“Son? Pet? Little slave that does everything you ask? Sorry, Vladdy, but I ain’t the type to listen to crazy fruit loops. How about you go enjoy the company of your French rich friends like that Agreste dude instead of stalking me and trying to get with my mom and kill my dad. Might do you some good to make more friends than just your cat.”

“Oh Daniel, you throw your petty insults but I know ways to break you even further. You know, a lot of accidents happen in Paris. Terrible things.”

Danny felt his eyes flash as he spun on his heel, “listen to me, if you even consider-!”

“Not to mention your brand new ghostly responsibilities as… the ghost king? Imagine that. A child as the king. You don’t even know everything about ghosts.”

“Neither do you!” Danny spat.

“Oh but I know so much more. And I could easily teach you-.”

“Just shut up!”

“When you mess up, when the ghost zone begins to fall apart, you will wish you took my offer, but I may not be as forgiving when that happens.”

“I said shut up!”

“And we both know the moment the ghost zone falls apart, so will this world. All because a boy became king and didn’t take help he was so graciously offered.”

“SHUT THE HELL UP!”

Something inside him shifted, and Danny suddenly felt his mind cloud, a deep voice echoed his mind.

“A cruel man harassing a young teen that wants nothing to do with him. A shame when someone can’t take a hint.

Black Hole. I am Hawkmoth. I can give you the power to show this old man that he never should consider looking in your direction ever again.

All I ask is for Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculous. Do this for me, and Vlad Masters will never be an issue for you ever again.”

Danny’s clouded mind and building rage smirked at the offer, his voice echoing as he glanced up at Vlad who was giving him a confused look. “Yes, Hawkmoth.”

Darkness engulfed him and then his memory began to fail him.

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A boomerang slammed into Black Hole’s head, causing it to jerk to the side and a small crack formed on the glass that was hit. The metal boomerang dropped to the ground and Black Hole slowly looked down at it as a robotic voice cried out from it, “ghost detected!” And then a recorded voice spouted out, “take that, spook!”

Black Hole’s head slightly tilted at the noise it made, a hand subconsciously rubbing the crack it left behind. Then he twisted his gaze back to Chat Noir, going back to taking the hero’s miraculous.

Then a shout came from behind Black Hole and Chat caught the eyes of a teenage girl yelling and holding a bat over her head. Black Hole twisted, his body turning that transparent look whenever Chat or Ladybug had tried to hit him before, and Chat knew that it was useless. “No! Stop! Get out of here-!” He screamed at the citizen, but stopped when the bat connected with the villain's head and sent him flying into a wall.

Chat was at a loss for words for once in his life, watching the villain slowly pry himself from the wall from being hit by a baseball bat when he and Lady couldn’t land a single hit. He looked back at the citizen and shrieked as she raised the bat above her head and swung down at him, flinching and squeezing his eyes shut. She hit something, causing it to shatter and then- his hand was free!

He opened his eyes and looked at his hand in awe and then back at the girl, “who the heck are you?”

She huffed, dropping the bat casually on her shoulder, “Sam Manson. Friend of the idiot that didn’t do his research before taking a trip here. I’m surprised this didn’t happen earlier.”

Chat blinked, “you- you know that’s your friend? And knew this would happen?”

Sam shrugged, “the booo-merang is never wrong. And yeah, my friend there is not exactly the most emotionally stable person on the planet. Sorry it took us a while to get here. You guys really do move fast.”

Chat just opened and closed his mouth a few times, then yelled as she suddenly swung the bat again and smacked the villain in the gut as he got close during their exchange, knocking him sideways but not down like the first time. Black Hole turned again, making a snarling sound before he was blasted by some sort of green ray and sent flying sideways, rolling along the pavement before smashing into a car. Another teen jogged over with Ladybug behind him, dropping his hands to his knees as he wheezed, “I have ran… way too much for this to be considered a vacation.”

“M’Lady-, what is going on?” Chat asked.

“This is Tucker, and his friend Sam, and they know how to help,” Ladybug quickly explained, glancing back at Black Hole. “We need to draw his attention and get that thermos off of him, then Sam and Tucker can use this,” she held up the thermos from her lucky charm, “and we can get his akuma.”

“Akuma is in the thermos, knock it off,” Chat summarized. He heard his miraculous beeping, a sign he was close to his limit.

“Let’s end this fast.”

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Ladybug held the booo-merang in one hand as the two teens and Chat drew Black Hole’s attention, the teens equipped with weapons that seemed to get past some of Black Holes abilities.

She narrowed her gaze, waiting for the perfect moment, then threw the weapon, watching it arch in the air then knock the thermos off of the villain's waist. The thermos clattered to the ground and drew his attention, he quickly twisted and dove to try and retrieve it, which was when a bright beam erupted from the polka dot thermos Ladybug had given the teens. The beam caught the villain's legs and he was tugged back, his form pulling towards it like taffy as he twisted and a horrid scream of anger burst from him. He tried to escape it, flailing and reaching for anything to hang on to, but in a matter of seconds he was pulled into the canister and Sam slammed the lid shut. The screaming stopped and Ladybug made her way over to Black Hole’s thermos, stomping on it and crushing it, releasing the Akuma hidden inside. With a flick of her wrist her lucky charm turned back into its original form, dumping Black Hole onto the street, then the butterfly was caught and purified, and another click of her miraculous, she let the little bug flutter away harmlessly. With a shout, ‘Miraculous Ladybug!’, everything around them was engulfed in black and red as the damages were undone around them.

At last, the villain's form was released of Hawkmoth's influence and it left a lanky teen laying on the street. He slowly sat up with a groan and a hand to his head and she then realized it was the same teen as from the shop. So once again, this was Chloe’s fault. She turned her attention to the two teens that helped her, noticing Chat let out a hasty farewell and thanks and disappeared around a corner. “Thank you, both of you. Without your help… well, without your help we may have lost that battle. But how in the world did you do that?”

“What the fuck just happened?” The teen groaned, “I feel like the booo-merang smacked me in the head like… fifty times.”

“That’s because I may have smacked you a few times with the fenton creep stick,” Sam shrugged as she helped her friend up who gave her wide eyes in return.

“You fucking what?”

Tucker took a step forward to answer Ladybug’s question, “let's just say back in our town, we have very specific supervillains that have abilities that make it hard for regular attacks to land. So we have specialized gear. Sam and I did a bit of research before heading here and figured if any of us got Akumatized, we may reflect some of those traits.”

“I… see…” Ladybug hummed, “and where did you say you were all from?” The three cast a few glances between each other, but before any of them could answer, her miraculous beeped angrily as she quickly realized she was out of time. “Thank you again for your help, if we could meet again to exchange some of that tech to make sure this never happens again-,” she quickly tried to set up a meet up before Sam held up a hand.

“This won’t happen again. A lot of what happened here is very unique to Amity, so once we finish our vacation, you won’t see this kind of thing ever again.”

Ladybug only had more questions but the angry beeping only forced her to nod and bid a quick farewell before getting out of sight to let Tiki take a rest. Marienette held out a few macaroons for Tiki as her thoughts swirled in her head. The questions about the odd American trio and how they knew how to deal with a villain as unique as Black Hole.

She may be able to corner them later. They did say they had to ‘finish their vacation.’

And in the meantime, it was time to do some research on this place called ‘Amity’.

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Danny didn’t remember a lot of what happened while he was the villain, Black Hole. It was like a dream, he kinda remembered the feeling, vague details, but nothing specific.

What he wished he remembered was whatever he did to Vlad. He must have done something because his memories cut out right after Vlad harassed him in the bathroom and after the event, the froot loop avoided him during the entire trip. Even refused to make eye contact!

What he would give just for a few seconds of that memory! Or for someone to have recorded it!

For now though he got to reap the rewards, flashing his eyes green when Vlad would glance over and causing the man to flinch. Oh man, he was going to abuse this newfound intimidation ability till the bitter end.

#Dp #danny phantom #danny #fenton #phantom #Danny fenton #miraculous ladybug #crossover #one shot #marienette #adrien agreste #marienette dupain cheng #ladybug #chat noir #sam manson #tucker foley #jazz fenton #vlad masters #danny gets akumatized #Ghost speak danny #This kid is a powerhouse #Be glad his friends are smart #Because without them hawk moth would’ve won #Hawkmoth afterwards: wtf just happened #Idiot didn’t realize he just got the fucking ghost king #Danny of course is a space themed supervillain #With ghost powers to add on #Hawkmoth gave him powers thinking he was a scrawny kid and just made Danny way more overpowered

[leroyzboots]

you and i are trying, together.

part two.

The amount of unease that can fit into Tommy's more-than-human-less-than-god body is honestly surprising.

Tommy paces back and forth on the floor of the Lambda lab, his Beyblade whirring between his fingers and his precious immortal dog following behind him with love.

They'd arrived at around half past midnight, but it's now early morning and there's been no sign of the other two members of the science team.

Bubby leans back in their chair, crossing his knee-high laced boots over their knee, and bounces the other one out of anxiety.

"Tommy," he barks; "you're scaring the other scientists."

Tommy glances down and realizes that the Beyblade is whizzing madly in the air around his hands, suspended from nothing.

"D-dammit," He mutters, snatching his toy back and returns it to his pocket.

"They sho-should have been back by now."

Tommy stops pacing for a second and stares down the Coomers with his father's intensity.

"Surely, Benrey could have used teleportation?" Harold chimes in, his knuckles bruised slightly from his repeated stims.

"I think that's what he meant, dear," Bubby replies, patting their husband's shoulder affectionately.

"Yes, exactly!"

Tommy throws his hands into his pockets, huffing out his frustration.

"The f-fact that they're not...back yet! Means something has gone-"

A enormous thud echoes from the the floor, a piece of tile juts out slightly and scatters the scientists nearby.

"Wrong," Tommy finishes miserably, drawing his gun and preparing for Xen's creatures.

Beside him, Sunkist snarls, her hackles raised in warning.

The tile cracks and shoots into the air, with accompanying gunfire from below, and a hatch busts open from the hole.

Tommy aims to shoot, but immediately lowers his gun upon seeing Mr. Freeman's tired but happy face, followed closely by Benrey, the bags under his eyes looking darker than usual.

"G-Gordon!!"

Tommy rushes forward, embracing them both, and the knots of tension unravel in his stomach.

Benrey snuggles just a little closer into Tommy's coat, and Tommy releases Gordon to pull Benrey into a full hug.

--

Tommy planned on never admitting it to himself, but these two were the people he loved the most.

Benrey..he'd known Benrey for years.

It started when Benrey was just out of training, and Tommy had completed his certification to become a top scientist.

Benrey was 19, maybe 20 at the oldest, his hair pulled into a ponytail that ran down his back.

They weren't close, then, Benrey had been assigned to guard the G-Man's adopted son.

Benrey couldn't die, and Tommy's line of work was dangerous enough to need protection.

So it all worked out.

They barely exchanged more than a few words to eachother until that one night, that one fucking night and Benrey is tripping over himself in tears, blood pouring from the wound on his back and he's clutching Tommy, pawing at his shoulders.

Benrey trembled like he's made from glass and will break if he falls, and Tommy gripped the back of the others security vest so tightly the kevlar nearly rips in half.

And that's saying something.

That night they sat together and they're closer in distance than they've ever been, Tommy's warm and gentle hands bandaged the wound above the numbers tattooed onto Benrey's tailbone and Benrey spilled everything.

Between sniffles and the occasional sob, Benrey confessed, about the tools that somehow hurt him beyond regeneration, leaving a scar, about the men and their evil sticks of lightning that would seep into his bones and fill him with pain so intense he felt like he would break in half.

Tommy nearly broke in half himself.

He felt helpless, and so he went to the only person he knew would make the ones who hurt his first and only friend pay dearly-

His father.

Oh, Tommy had never seen the G-man so angry.

Black Mesa was a research facility, for god's sake, dedicated to the study of alien life and the progression of the human body.

So when Tommy's dad realized that the prototype imprisonment he had resolved several years ago had resurfaced with an even uglier face, he sent scientists who had never experienced fear in their lives tripping for the door in yelps of terror.

And that had been the end of it.

Benrey continued his job as a security guard, people who had previously been made in the facility were hired back on as scientists in new departments such as mixology and cybernetics, and Black Mesa cut its ties with the military.

Black Mesa, Benrey explained later in his own broken way to Tommy in the quiet breakroom during lunch hour, had been trying to create the perfect human being.

There were thousands upon thousands of prototypes that had been created, and Benrey had been the last.

But there had always been something wrong with the ones they created, whether it was serious physical or mental deformities, or simply a sense of fucked up little creature that ended up resulting in the insane amount of scientists with the ability to grow in size, and the security guards that always had a few too many rows of teeth or glowing eyes and severe anger issues.

They weren't always grown in tubes, Tommy learned, but they were always branded with their serial number on the base of the spine.

The one before him, Benrey quipped with a mouthful of sandwich, had been born to a prototype and a normal human employee, before they stripped them out with a memory wipe and sent them into normal society.

The anxious feeling that haunted Tommy in the years that followed had something to do with that piece of information in particular.

Something told him that the military and the alien planet they were studying wouldn't let go of Black Mesa kindly.

Mr. Freeman confirmed that.

He's in the hallway, on his way to get a soda, when he's met with a newer employee, only worked here about 4 or so years.

He seemed kind enough, if a little loud and stubborn. And alright, maybe it hurt Tommy's feelings when Gordon called him a freak, but that was pushed aside with the Resonance Cascade.

Tommy knew that this was it, this was the boot boys' revenge for cutting them out of the picture, but there was something else, distinctly and unsettlingly alien about the Cascade.

The whole of Black Mesa fell into shambles, with creatures of Xen integrating into their carefully built walls and lives, and Tommy kinda freaked, okay?

He'd seen Dr. Coomer around, always greeting him with a wonderful "Hello!!", and was met with a thrill in his stomach when he introduced another prototype as his husband.

Those two had been with him, in the observation room when the project exploded around Gordon and Benrey-

he wasn't supposed to be in the test chamber, what if it seriously hurt him?-

And maybe that was when Tommy realized he was in love with Benrey.

Over time, he felt a sense of conflict slowly building as he made friends with Mr. Freeman.

He seemed to hate Benrey, they hated eachother, but Tommy liked one and loved the other so he became their middle ground.

He was convinced to himself that Benrey liked him as well, until that room, that dark, dark room, and suddenly Benrey is kneeling in a puddle of Gordon's blood and Bubby is screaming, sobbing, blubbering his apologies to anyone who is listening as the soldiers drag them away and Benrey-

He says it, he says those words and it breaks Tommy's heart into a billion pieces-

"Because I love him, okay?! I'm fucking- whoop-de-doo, in love with Gordon god. G-goddamn Freeman, okay?..."

And then Benrey teleports, and he's gone, and Bubby is gone and Dr. Coomer leaves him in the cold dark sewer by himself.

Tommy cried.

Burying his head in his coat, he cried hard and long, alone on the rocky floor.

And then Mr. Freeman crawls out of the pipe, and Tommy can't help it, he holds him.

Gordon reeks of sewage and his bloody hand smells of copper but Tommy doesn't care, and alright, maybe that's when Tommy realized he's in love with Gordon too.

Alright, Tommy can deal with that.

Something Tommy can't deal with is the fact that his instincts are going fucking haywire.

Tommy's always been very perceptive when it comes to time, maybe he can't stop time like his father can, but he's definitely got a certain sense of time and reality as it surrounds him.

Being able to reach out and touch and feel certain areas, but not control them, and all of time is wrapped around him like a blanket.

So when the floor crumbles away below them and Benrey and Gordon fall deep into the recesses of Black Mesa's hellscape, Tommy freaks the fuck out.

A deep, inherent concern lays nested in the pit of his mind like a pile of cottonmouth snakes, hissing madly and snarling that something, something, is absolutely wrong with how this is supposed to go.

Tommy has a sinking feeling that something terrible is going to happen.

--

Man, Benrey really hates this place.

The scientists of the Lambda lab asked a simple request of the Science Team- go through the portal to Xen, get rid of the Nihilanth, bring back some weird space shit.

Easy as pie.

Right?

Wrong.

Benrey feels sick, feverish on this planet.

As he follows behind the group, his legs feel leaden and heavy, and he tugs at the collar of his uniform, which feels uncomfortably tight around his neck.

He's sweating, unusually warm beneath his helmet, but shivering as though chilled to his bones.

There's a tug, deep in his torso, pulling him along, but it's a nasty, oppressive feeling that makes his limbs feel like noodles.

He swallows nervously, eyes darting across the fetid, blood colored planet of Xen.

The sour smell clogs his senses, and as they trudge deeper and deeper through the portals, away from the floating rocks with little gravity and past strange barrels of highly toxic looking liquid, the heavy pull in Benrey's chest only grows stronger and more sickly.

They push through a final, puke-green portal, and the feeling inside of Benrey swells to near explosion.

A cave, with jagged and dark stone running up the walls in wicked cracks, a deep red flush to the area.

Water is flooding Benrey's boots, a putrid and decaying smell to the liquid, and it only adds to Benrey's fatigue.

The creature before them could only be the Nihilanth itself, and the very sight sends such a fucking shudder down Benrey's spine.

It's disgusting, twisted and pulsating flesh running down what must be its face, beady eyes in a cadaverous socket.

It looks like a fetus, a failed attempt of termination long after the allotted time.

It speaks, and the chorus of voices that accompanies it gives away the fact that Xen isn't just the planet-

It's the entire race.

"So. The humans have finally decided to be rid of us."

Gordon looks tired, beaten, but pulls himself upward and grunts through the pain of his broken shin.

"Get your video game dialogue out of the way," he says, with a dismissive wave of his gun-hand.

"I'm about done with this alien shit."

The Nihilanth laughs, a hideous and painful sound, and tilts its head in curiosity towards the little group of vagabonds.

"But you have brought us the very thing we need, Mr. Freeman."

Gordon groans in frustration, turning back to his friends with his teeth grinding against eachother.

"Why does it know my name?"

Xens' audience shrieks with delight, and the Nihilanth's barely feasible mouth twists into what can only be guessed as a grin.

"Xen knows everything about you, Mr. Freeman."

Benrey sways on the spot, his boots splashing the strange water, and the scene before him blurs.

"Whadda....what the hell are you..talking about, man?"

Xen's creatures seem to roar with laughter, and beside Benrey, Dr. Coomer throws up his fists protestingly.

"Xen has been all knowing, all seeing since time begun. As we grow, so do our minds, until we are forced to repopulate. Regrow."

Beneath their feet, headcrabs scuttle ominously, causing Tommy to jump backward with surprise.

"But human beings became a problem for Xen. Their flimsy bodies failed, burst open upon integration."

Benrey is only just awake enough to process this.

"The scientists of Black Mesa were so eager to learn of a new planet. So Xen took influence, and under the guise of building a perfect human being, created what Xen needed."

Gordon scoffs, his shoulders shaking as he laughs scornfully.

Xen reacts strongly, a collective hiss rising around them.

"Do not laugh at us, human."

The headcrabs stay at a distance, but raise their pincers and click them menacingly as the Nihilanth's speech continues.

"Xen required a human being who could withstand radiation, a being who could lose blood en mass and not perish."

A sense of dread washes over the Science Team, and Tommy instinctively puts himself in front of Gordon.

Bubby ignites his arms protectively.

"Let me guess," Gordon growls, revving up his minigun limb; "you needed me?"

Xen's creatures wail in joy, and Benrey takes that as a yes, and reaches for his gun, when something big and poisonous and slimy wraps around his ankle.

"Xen requires Benrey."

Benrey yelps as the Nihilanth drags him underneath the water, bubbles of Sweet Voice trailing from his mouth as his back bounces on the cragged floor beneath the surface.

The Nihilanth swings him into the air, and Benrey splutters, ears waterlogged under his helmet, which slips from his head and falls to the ground with a splash, Benrey's short black hair now dripping wet.

"Look at you, our once perfect vessel- a mewling, pathetic dog."

Hung upside down by his ankle, Benrey gasps in pain as Xen shakes him repeatedly, and for a brief, sickening moment, Benrey is forcibly reminded of the Finding Nemo movie Tommy showed him-

He feels like a fish in Darla's little bag.

"Bark, bark, bark but no bite. You were made with Xen's own blood and yet you cannot even protect those you are infatuated with."

With that, the Nihilanth throws him to the far wall, and his skull cracks on the rock.

It doesn't heal, and Benrey slumps down, struggling to stand, his eyesight swimming with tears.

"You think the Freeman human loves you? You cost him a limb. You would be perfect save for your one flaw- you kneel before a man you could kill with no effort, and you beg him to love you as you love him."

Benrey shakes, kneeling, and whimpers as he chokes out a sob, not trying to disguise his tears.

"You truly are nothing."

"No."

The word is tiny, barely audible.

Then again, louder, with a crack of his voice but more than enough power-

"No. You're wrong."

Gordon pulls himself to full height, scowling so deeply the age shows on his face.

"Benrey is everything to us. To all of us, but especially me."

"Y-yeah! We're not afraid of you!" Tommy chimes, and Sunkist howls with approval.

"If you or your alien bitches thought we'd just leave him here, you're just as stupid as you look."

Bubby grins wildly, cracking their neck from side to side, his bright and eager eyes flashing beneath their glasses.

"Don't fuck with the Science Team!" Coomer bellows, and Bubby cheers beside him.

"Now I'm only gonna tell you once," Gordon beams, turning away from his family to draw his gun-hand and point it at Xen's Nihilanth.

"Piss off."

Gordon fires, and the accompanying screams of headcrabs and peeper puppies echo across the cave, and Benrey is overtaken with an aching, sweet feeling he usually associates with Gordon.

It's love.

Benrey smiles fondly as his knees buckle and he falls to the ground and submerges in the murky waters.

--

Benrey wakes up and immediately is struck with a massive goddamn headache.

He closes his eyes and pulls the pillow over his ears, but the pain is there and clearly is not going anywhere, so he's going to have to ask for an aspirin or some shit.

Sitting up makes him so nauseous it's not even funny, so he decides it's not worth it to stand.

A loud snore startles Benrey enough to yelp, and he glances around for the source of the noise.

Sitting hand in hand on the floor, against the wall opposite his bed, are Gordon and Tommy, both bearing signs of wear and both dead asleep.

Gordon is clutching Benrey's helmet so tightly to his shirt it looks uncomfortable, and Tommy is curled protectively around Gordon's shoulders.

They're half dressed, like Black Mesa decided that the HEV suit and a bloody lab coat was not appropriate clothing but also did not have a whole lot of options for back up wear.

Benrey guesses this based on the fact that Gordon's not really wearing pants and Tommy's wearing a t-shirt that says "Birthday Girl".

Something about the fact that they're holding hands hurts Benrey, just a little.

His heart aches for a moment as he remembers the warmth of Gordon's hand and the feeling of a hug from the Beyblade enthusiast who was his best and only friend for a very long time.

Benrey shakes his head, decides he's going to repress it, and yawns.

God, his head hurts.

Benrey figures that if he stands, he's going to trip and probably break something, and since he doesn't trust his regeneration ability right now, he's not risking it.

Instead, he picks up his pillow and heaves it at the two scientists as hard as he can.

Tommy jolts awake, blinking, then smiles widely upon sighting the guard.

"Benrey!!"

Tommy shoots upward, and makes the distance between the wall and the hospital bed in one step, leaving Gordon to slump over and yell in surprise as he hits the floor.

Benrey's pulled into a crushing hug, and he wheezes for Tommy to be gentle.

"S-sorry!" Tommy cries happily, pulling back to take in Benrey's face.

"It's..it's g-good to see you awake."

Gordon stands, still holding the helmet, and wanders over to where Tommy is perched on the edge of the bed.

"You've been out for hours," Gordon adds, gently reaching out with his left hand to ruffle Benrey's hair.

"We were starting to get worried."

Benrey swallows his funny retort for once, instead choosing to spit out some clear blue song in response.

Tommy reads it almost immediately, and excuses himself to get medicine.

Gordon takes his spot on the bed, and just looks over Benrey.

Benrey feels like he's being scrutinized, with Gordon's soft green eyes just roaming over his face.

"Alright. Fucking. Get the questions outta the way," Benrey mumbles irritably, sticking out his tongue.

"I know you're fuckin. Curious about the shit Xen said."

Gordon laughs sweetly, setting the helmet down on the bed next to him and runs his fingers over it fondly.

Benrey takes a note of his new right hand, a grey-black prosthetic that clicks when Gordon moves his knuckles.

"I don't really have any questions," Gordon grins, adjusting his shirt.

"Other than, are you okay?"

Benrey's taken back by this one.

Not only did he cost Gordon his hand and almost his life about thirty billion times, but everyone (including him!) also just found out that Benrey was made with Xen DNA.

He's essentially Gordon's enemy in every sense of the word, and Gordon is asking if he's okay?

"....did the Nihilanth hit your head or somethin', man?? What the hell kinda. Question is that one??"

Gordon's smile softens massively, and it makes Benrey's heart melt into a little puddle in his stomach.

"Benrey, you saved my life a whole shit ton of times back there."

"Yeah, I also almost got you killed," Benrey interrupts, but Gordon doesn't pause.

"I've been thinking about a lot of things while you've been asleep, and I've been talking with Tommy a lot too."

Benrey's happy puddle evaporates into a heavy leaden ball inside of his chest.

"I don't need to hear this, dude."

Gordon looks a little confused, so Benrey keeps going.

"You're. I know you heard the shit Xen said about...."

Benrey pauses, unsure if he wants to say it out loud.

That'll finalize it, forever.

He takes a breath, then with a great effort, says it out loud.

"I love you. Have since we were kids, have since I first met you. Xen was...right. They were fucking right, you're happier with Tommy because he's never hurt you or..fuck. Fuck, man, you don't feel the same and I'm done pushin' it on you. We uhh, clear?"

Gordon covers his mouth with his hand, and for a split second Benrey thinks he's made him cry, but Gordon bursts out laughing, clutching his stomach and snorting in between giggles.

"B-Benny, you idiot, I am in love with you."

Maybe it's the sudden affectionate nickname, or the fact that Gordon said he loves him.

But Benrey blushes, hard, and pink-to-blue sweet voice bubbles out of his mouth in surprise.

"Whuh?"

Tommy walks back into the room, bottle in hand, and pauses at the sight in front of him.

"Oh, are w-we doing conf-confessions now?!"

Before Benrey can even speak, Tommy drops down beside him and kisses him on the cheek, putting him and Gordon's hands in his own.

Tommy doesn't say it, but Benrey gets the point.

"Fucking- FINALLY!!"

Benrey just might die for real.

Bubby leans in the doorway, a smug grin on his face, elbow resting on Dr. Coomer's shoulder.

"Ah, young love is beautiful!"

Tommy and Gordon laugh cheerfully at Dr. Coomer, and Benrey buries his face sheepishly in the blankets.

--

It takes a few days, but Benrey recovers pretty well from the Nihilanth.

He's thought a lot about what Xen said.

And he's decided that they were very wrong about him.

His love for other people isn't a flaw, it's his best quality.

He can and will protect the people he loves with his life, no matter what.

And he knows that the people he loves will do the same for him.

With time, Gordon learns not to flinch at the sight of his right hand, or gag when he drinks a soda.

Benrey learns to accept hugs and snuggles from Tommy, and figures out the jokes that Gordon likes and doesn't like.

Tommy is always there to patch up Benrey's injuries, and learns better responses that don't involve soda when Gordon needs to vent.

So Benrey feels safe, and knows that he's not the only one who's trying to be better.

Benrey and them are trying, together.

#hlvrai #frenrey #tomrey #freelatta #frenreylatta #leafy fics

[hellothere-generalangsty]

Gloved hand (Crosshair)

Summary: Crosshair found a way to get rid of his chip, and went looking for his brothers in the depot, fully aware of the confrontation that would follow.

No pairing or reader description, only the member of the Batch

Word count: 2761

CW/TW: ANGST; Death, trauma, guilt, violent memories/ nightmares, burns/scar, some swearing; I don’t know how graphic my style is, so if I forgot anything please tell me!

Tags: @allamarisss @loth-wolffe @imalovernotahater (you all asked 🤧)

@razena88 @m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s (non of you asked but I thought you'd want to check it out since you reacted to my Crosshair post; if you don't want to be tagged just tell me and I'll remove it !)

Notes: I had to. Because you’re all nice and I love pain, so here is the Sad Hour: Crosshair Edition™; Enjoy! (aka, I hope you’ll suffer a bit)

PS: sorry about the little dots when I skip a line, it’s the only way I could well...skip a line. I’ll try to find another way for the future!

PPS: The Neighbourhood - Roll Call is the song I listened to while writing this 🤭

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He knew they were waiting on him, on the move he would make. They didn’t know about his chip being removed – not yet – and he knew he only had one shot.

How ironic.

He was still wearing the Imperial armour, face covered by his helmet, rifle attached to his back. He could see the way Hunter tightened his fingers around the trigger, and he recognised that look; the one he usually gave to his opponents before he killed them. He could get away; Hunter was a good shooter and his senses did helped for that; but Crosshair was the marksman. He guessed by a simple look at the scenery that the shot would crush through his pectoral plates, and given the distance and the type of blaster, it would surely shake him out, but it wouldn’t kill him.

As much as he sucked at it, he had to resort to words. He wasn’t the Empire’s puppet anymore, and trying once again to threaten them…It was simply out of the question.

Slowly, he raised his hands to his helmet, grabbing the lower part of it. He waited a second, not sure about the short moment where his vision would be obstructed.

Come on, you don’t get to worry about getting shot. Take the damn bucket off.

He pushed it up his head, briefly closing his eyes as a ridiculous way to sooth his morbid thoughts. When he opened them up again, Hunter hadn’t moved an inch. He didn’t know how much time he had, so Crosshair dared to take a step forward. Then another, holding his helmet in one hand, keeping the other one on the plastoid covering his chest, gently taping it with a gloved finger.

He stopped at the fourth step. The Batchers tensed up, unsure of what his next move would be. Crosshair knew what he was doing.

T’s your time to shine, Cross.

“DC-17. Round it down to a 7 meters distance from the target, slightly move your arm to your left.” He taped on a small spot of his chest plate, never breaking eye contact with Hunter. “Make me proud.”

It was a bold move, he knew it too damn well. He forced himself to maintain eye contact with them, with him, as much as it scared the crap out of him. As much as he hoped, deep down, for his brother to take pit-

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 It was quick, bright. Finger pressed against the trigger, Hunter noticed every wave in the sound of the shot as it echoed in the depot. He followed the blue deflagration as it got spit out of his blaster, sliding the air in a thin whistling, brushing past Crosshair’s left arm, hitting another clone further behind.

He didn’t know if it was the right decision; but he knew enough about Crosshair to try it.

“I said ‘to your left’” was the only thing that came out of Crosshair’s mouth as he turned his head to look at the man lying on the floor a few meters behind him. He wasn’t dead, and now they had to quickly evacuate.

But Cross was alive. For now.

“Tech, get in there and be ready to take off when I tell you to! Wrecker, you cover us. Crosshair.”

The sniper pulled out his own blaster, back turned to the Batchers, ready to shoot any intruder trying to rip him away from his family once again. He soon felt a firm hand grasping his shoulder and dragging him back. He didn’t fight it, didn’t look at it. His focus was on the men running in the depot, on the way he hit them with such precision it almost felt too easy.

He was the last one to get in the Havoc Marauder, still shooting as the door closed shut in front of him.

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 “…Crosshair?”

His heart pounded so hard in his chest that for a moment, he thought it might go through the plastoid armour and crush against the wall. There was the next move. So easy to execute, yet so terrifying.

“Crosshair, look at us.”

It was the tone; too formal, almost polite. He hated it. But he obeyed anyway, slowly turning around to face his tattooed brother.

Don’t look down. Don’t look down and cut that crap.

Hunter remained silent for a moment, examining Crosshair’s face scarred by burns, his new shaved side and white patch on the side of his head. The violent pumping and barely shaky breath told him more than the stoic eyes he was staring at.

“How’d you do it?”

“A droid helped.” Hunter’s nod was the only answer he got.

Keep talking, di’kut.

“I-”

“I missed you.” confessed Wrecker. “I think we all did.”

Now it was his turn to nod. What could he possibly answer? ‘I missed you too, but mostly because my chip made me want to kill you.’?

You didn’t wanted it, you had no choice.

“You didn’t have a choice,” Echo got a bit closer to him, even though he couldn’t tell if it was a good idea. “We know you didn’t.”

“Now that you removed your chip, you’re out of risks.” commented Tech, trying to comfort him a bit.

Each second passing was getting him closer to the edge. He wasn’t looking at faces, he was looking at phantom targets, still feeling the stings stabbing his brain every time he hesitated before shooting at them. Their voices were hardly getting to him, they were so distant, probably a faint memory from a time where he still had control.

“…get you something to eat, and you’ll go take a shower. Works for you?”

“Yes, Sarge.”

He knew the small clap on his shoulder was more of a friendly kind than a brotherly one. He hated it. He deserved it.

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 He never felt that uncomfortable while eating with someone before. Even lunches on Kamino’s cantina weren’t as awkward. Tech tried to initiate a small talk, mentioning their next mission, the supplies they would need to get, and Omega tried to keep him going by nodding and asking questions he knew were useless.

But really, it was just an excuse to avoid the talk. Given the situation, it would probably hurt less to just… confront him. Tell him he scared them, when he callously ordered Hunter to stand down and surrender, told his troopers to “aim for the kid”. Not that he didn’t know; he found the confession in their eyes every time they would look at him.

He barely ate, rolling a fresh toothpick between his gloved fingers as he weakly chewed on his food.

“I’ll take the first round tonight,” Hunter muttered, mostly for himself.

Crosshair slowly got up from his seat, putting his ration away, trying to avoid the stares. He slid his toothpick between his lips, nibbling a bit harder than usual on the wooden texture. All he had to do was turn around and leave the cockpit. He had done it countless time by the past, what’s one more?

He wanted to lay down and sleep his pain away, get drowned in the pillows and forget all about what happened. He took a few steps, pretended he didn’t flinch when a hand caught his own, but couldn’t bring himself to smile at Omega when she gently rubbed his knuckles.

She didn’t say anything, she simply followed him to the bunk beds. Crosshair could barely look at her, because every time he did he could only see the scared look she gave him when he ordered it.

Aim for the kid.

It was haunting; she was just a child, a mixture of a little sister and a daughter for the Batchers, and he tried to rip that away from them too.

His attention shifted to the beds when he noticed the lights around his. He could also see a glimpse of a plush – oddly familiar – and a soft blanket nicely pulled over the mattress.

“We – she needed a place to sleep, and you were gone so…”

Wrecker, who followed him too, was uncomfortable; he was the one who came up with the idea. As much as he missed Crosshair, he knew he needed to take care of his little one because she was here. But now, Cross was back.

“Keep the bed,” he murmured, “I don’t mind.”

And he meant it. He would have done the same if Wrecker, or Echo or whoever went missing like he had. The kid deserved a comfy place to rest, her life with them already being chaotic enough.

“I can sleep with you, I don’t mind. I can stay at the end of the bed if you’d prefe-”

“It’s fine, Omega.”

He painted a weak, yet gentle smile on his face, hoping for it to convince her. It did, because she nodded and held his arm against her for a few seconds as to hug it. Wrecker – and Echo later that night – offered him to sleep in their bed. “I can sleep with Tech if you want it all for yourself” the 501st vet assured him. But Crosshair declined each time, pretending that he would probably not sleep anyway tonight, just tonight, because he needed to get used to this place again.

In a way, it was true. He needed time to find his footing here, to get back to the way things used to be.

Don’t pretend it will go back to ‘how it used to be’. It could never.

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 When everyone headed to bed, Hunter returned to the cockpit and found the sniper sitting on his own.

“I’ll take the first round, Crosshair. Go get some sleep.”

“I don’t have a bed,” he barely confessed, his usual sarcastic tone nowhere to be found.

“Take mine for now, I don’t need it before a few hours. Don’t discuss it,” he pursued when Crosshair tried to reply, “I’m not giving you a choice.”

It took him a second to realise how clumsy it sounded, but Crosshair spared him the embarrassment of an apology when he got up and nodded.

“Alright, sorry.”

Hunter grabbed his shoulder, unsure about his next move, but trying anyway.

“It’s…We can’t pretend nothing happened, but we’ll work through this. All of us,” and when he heard Crosshair’s heart pumping harder and his breath getting heavier, he added, “as a family.” Before letting go of him.

Crosshair couldn’t even speak anymore. If he tried, all that would come out would be confused babbling and an awkward throat clearing. He hoped on his brother’s heightened senses to read through him like an open book, throwing back one last look before he got back to the bunk beds. All the Batchers were already sleeping, peacefully wrapped in their blankets or holding their plushie against their chest. He sat on the edge of Hunter’s bed, his blacks still on, eyes locked on the soft lights emanating from his old bed.

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 Hunter woke up when he felt a soft weight landing on his lap. The smell got him almost immediately, a mixture of gunpowder and iron.

“You should have surrendered.”

His eyes shifted to the slim shadow standing a few steps away, lurking on him with cold determination.

“Crosshair?” He looked down at the soft plush laying on him. Lula. Her head was almost ripped in half by a now barely fuming hole. He couldn’t hide the fear splashing his eyes, neither could he refrain his voice from breaking when he asked “what did you do?”

“I did what had to be done. This is why they put me in charge to track you. I’m efficient.”

Hunter shivered at the sick smile he could hear in Crosshair’s voice. His thoughts ran from the plush to Omega, to the bunk beds at the end of the hallway, to his brothers left unarmed at the mercy of a sniper who had none.

“You should have killed me in that depot.”

“Crossha-”

A quick thud filled the cockpit as a red, bright light stroked Hunter right through the chest. He fell back into his seat, unable to breathe, but way too aware of the burn on his skin, of the nerves flaming up under the chock and the heat, of his heart rapidly pulsing then slowing down in a macabre countdown. He got dizzy, eyes blurring out despite his desperate attempt to get them focused.

He struggled to keep his head up, until a gloved hand grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look up. He could guess the shapes of the helmet, the green and grey shades melting altogether as his eyes barely held open. As he felt his own heart stop, his last breath making him chock, he heard his brother’s voice taunting him, one last time.

“Good soldiers follow orders.”

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  Pitch black. This is all Crosshair could see when he abruptly opened his eyes. The blanket was rolled up at his feet, his blacks soaked in sweat, and his head aching. A sudden terror grasped him as he held his temple, tripping off the bed as he tried to get up, muttering Hunter’s name. He choked up on the syllables when he realised he was sleeping in his brother’s bed, while the tracker was nowhere to be found. He found himself struggling for air, the same way he would if someone stabbed him repeatedly in the chest. He dragged himself to the refresher, locking the door as soon as he got in.

The bright light forced him to close his eyes for a few seconds, but once he got used to it he reached the tap. His hands, usually so precise and steady, where uncontrollably shaking, to the point of him getting cramps.

The cold water did nothing to help; he shivered to the wet contact, lightly gasping when he splashed his face, but did it again, and again, trying to wash off the pain of his body.

Did I killed them? Did I? What if I did, what will I do, what if I killed them, I can’t- I can’t lose them, not again, not this way, I-

His head was buried in his hands, and it demanded all his strength for him to look up in the mirror. He quickly regretted doing so.

He hated those scars. Mostly, what they represented, what they meant.

It means you tried to get them burned alive; you ordered for them to be burned alive by an active propeller. This is what they mean, this is what you did.

He hated his reflection, lurking and haunting him the same way his memory did. A phantom pain none of them could imagine.

You like to pretend they don’t get it, but they do. Their own brother tried to kill them. You did that, Crosshair; don’t put the blame on your victims.

“Kriff,” he bitterly chuckled, tears burning his eyes.

You did this to yourself. Take some responsibilities.

He tried to maintain eye contact with himself, fingers gripped so tight around the edge of the sink he could feel his muscles quiver. He didn’t have a choice, he knew that. The chip forced him, the Empire used him to do these terrible things.

If a gloved hand kills you, will you blame the glove, or the hand?

You’re the hand, Crosshair. Nothing you will ever say or do will change that.

Nothing.

“Shut the kriff up,” he gave up, angrily pushing himself away from the sink, but still catching a glimpse of tears running down his cheeks before he turned his head, defeated. “Keep the snide to yourself.”

He jolted when someone softly knocked on the door. He took a few deep breaths to calm down his pumping heart, wiped away the tears with the back of his hand, and opened the door.

“I didn’t find you in the bed,” Hunter explained while analysing his expression, “I thought you’d be in here.”

“I can take the next round.” Crosshair calmly responded.

“Mine’s not done yet.”

“Hunter, please I- let me take the next round.”

He couldn’t say which of the two, his muffled “please” or his begging eyes, convinced Hunter; but it worked and that was enough for him. He didn’t flinch this time, when his brother gently patted his arm; he even wished for a quick, warm embrace. But he doubted Hunter was ready to get affectionate with him so easily. Truth be told, he didn’t feel that comfortable either. It was a crave he couldn’t fill.

He still cracked a weak smile as Hunter nodded and returned to his bed to get some rest.

Crosshair dragged himself to the cockpit, his stomach twisting at the sight of the empty seat on his right. He fell into his own, a long sigh slipping from his lips.

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Don’t fall asleep.

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